I always have this vision of who I want to be
And I try to fulfill my expectations
But often I come up far too short
And I put my goals out to sea

I always have this dream I want to come true
It comes to me in the night
But as I’m forced into the prison of reality
The spectrum’s colors all turn blue

It’s a common occurence these days
For me to to drop the ball
And all the metaphors I write
Cannot get me through life’s maze

So listen to me if you have a ear
And read my words if you have eyes
Every one of us have those fears
And people that we despise
We all struggle with failing
Ending up desperate in the end
When we’re not prevailing
Our columns creak, then bend

I’m good at one thing
You excel at another
Hatred is tiring
Let us all be brothers
And help us through this life
So we can be enlightened
It’s worth forgetting the strife
If our nights are brightened

I thought about time travel one time
Imagined the possibilities
Going back in time and righting my wrongs
Adding proper meter to my rhyme

Once I wanted to let myself fade and burn
I was eager to find what comes next
But why leave this world so early
When I still have so much to learn?

I could count on every finger
And toe, every grudge I’ve held
Hatred doesn’t burn calories
It just makes the bad blood linger

So listen to me if you have a ear
And read my words if you have eyes
Every one of us have those fears
And people that we despise
We all struggle with failing
Ending up desperate in the end
When we’re not prevailing
Our columns creak, then bend

I’m good at one thing
You excel at another
Hatred is tiring
Let us all be brothers
And help us through this life
So we can be enlightened
It’s worth forgetting the strife
If our nights are brightened

Let’s say you deny my olive branch
And we go on like this forever
One day you’re standing on the ledge
All your ties have been severed
Just one hand could’ve helped
Keep you on your feet
But instead you’d tumble over the edge
Rendering yourself obsolete

If I could be that helping hand
Could I expect the same from you?
Is this worth me taking a stand
And offering to work this through?
I’ve fucked up a lot of things I know
I struggle to confront my fate
Tragic if my last words to you
Were words filled with hate

We are many colors, we are one
And who says we can’t all mix?
Sure as the morning brings the sun
Burned bridges can be fixed

Yeah, burned bridges can be fixed.

-Tyler Woodbridge

4/9/08