Although they are no longer used and cherished as much as before because roads like this have become very deserted. The old bridges seem to know their fate and do not blame anything, it is just a bit sad that people still keep them just as souvenirs. Over time, no one knows why they have been here since when... Then they get used to it, every afternoon, the old people often stand on the bridge and stare somewhere, their hearts suddenly feel a bit happy when they know that they are still useful to someone.
Lyric
[Verse 1]
The old bridges standing like ghosts
Cracked wood and iron posts
Deserted roads lead to dreams
Memories flow like old streams
[Verse 2]
Why they’re here nobody knows
History fades but still it shows
People pass but seldom tread
On paths where old folks live instead
[Chorus]
Oh the bridges of days gone by
Standing proud beneath the sky
They hold stories in their bones
Souvenirs in weathered tones
[Verse 3]
Every afternoon they gaze afar
Elder hearts where memories are
Feeling useful in the air
Silent whispers everywhere
[Bridge]
Rust and time don't break their grace
Lonely landmarks in their place
In the stillness they persist
Kiss of sunset and morning mist
[Verse 4]
Come the night stars will shine
On bridges built across time
Holding strong through fates untold
Their purpose pure still they behold
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