[BEGIN CHILD'S POEM]nnlife is a song that begins with the word beholdnnbehold the sunnnbehold the lightnnbehold the sky, the sea, the earth, that, the people, that dognnbehold the wind, the breath of strangers, brought from a great distance to become the breath of usnnwe shape that breath into words and blow it back through song,nnand the song of the word-shaped, the word-shaped wind pours into other earsnnlisten, this is what it says, behold, I am here, behold, behold, behold, beholdnn[END CHILD'S POEM]nnnnour first river crossed, what's known behind is lostnnahead a wet landscape more bridgesnnthere's one the sun glazes, find those that visit itnnfirst kisses, granted wishes, new hopennleave the city, watch your step, more cautious minutes slipnnplunge into a tour of seasnnmy sweetheart scaled the span, said I'm above the hopeful landnnfrom here we see only one love, but countless lovers,nncountless lovers, so many other lovers, all feast on each othernnnnfrom here a heathen heart, and when the dirt and was dugnnthe angels had swept the dust upnnfor every and sheep sent tricks, a hundred hungrier fishnnstoned this bridge to sinknnit cost an arm parade, and when the trumpets playednndid you feel free or fatal?nnthis one's a pew up late, nothing can make you staynntogether and regift his bruisennthat can't leave them allnnthrew them all back, gave it all backnnthrust in your head, all back, smack them all back, nnsmack smack smack, big purple kissesnnnneach bridge upon my way, the strange and by the samennbut fear not we know god he loves usnnmy car with engineers, squandered for a million yearsnnto bridges when they should have raised wallsnni say there's a brash mistake, the boss said, keep it fake,nnkeep talking the languages of bridgesnnnnthis bridge might bring you back, and when the phantoms attacknnthe memories of haunt will spare itnnbut the others can burn, the others can burnnnthey'll not deserve, the others can burnnnthey'll burn, the others will burnnnwe'll burn all the others, the others can burn