Sometimes all you need is bridges, a chance to change and live your life for so called freedom. Sometimes they need you to be weak One day they will call upon you One day becomes a week Storms coming And bridges will break You may pay homage But the time rushes And what stood by the river Slowly sinks And even the ages get buried beneath Time spares no one It buries the greatest with the weak Why then do you need me to be weak? Even if you're strong It won't make you any better than me Even if Im weak It won't change your hypocrisy