Across the rivers, under skies so vast,
We build bridges, hoping they will last.
They connect our worlds, once apart,
With threads of steel and beams of heart.

Beneath the arches, stories unfold,
Tales of the brave, the young, the old.
Each step we take, a journey begins,
On bridges that forgive our sins.

Through fog and storm, they stand so tall,
Witnesses to the rise and fall.
A silent promise, a sturdy guide,
Crossing divides, side by side.

In the twilight, they softly gleam,
Carriers of hope, of dreams unseen.
With every bridge, a bond is made,
In shadows cast, in light and shade.