Wooden Bridges
The Bridges are broken between our families and the reasons for that I don't know.
For our elders are ageing, they carry the blame and for that, we must show.
It's not those who to blame and carry the shame and let them feel this way.
I hope you can find, deep in your hearts, that you will understand one day.
The tick of the time. The hand and the chime, that day will be too late.
When they leave this world, with the untold, you will carry with you that trait.
A simple letter, a call or a message would suffice, to explain what went wrong.
As these days count down, like the hour glass life is, one day Your Kin will be gone.