The bridge is one thing,
the overflowing water another thing.
We are still crossing to the other side.
Through the awry storm and raging tide
we’ll still reach safely and abide.
This is that time
we seek in our prime
to beat all odds found in our clime;
crossing to the other side with great sublime.
Bring your mind,
leave nothing behind;
we will surely find
the ropes that binds.
We don’t have tomorrow
to ask or borrow.
And whether we cross in sorrow,
the other side has a tasty marrow.
In drowning, we swim.
for the shore is in sight
To crowning our win
as the other side we reach with great fight.