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Taun Richards

Owner and Founder

Bridge Of Dreams

[Intro]

History is a bridge,

Those cold steel arches.

Span the missing pages of her diaries.

She ripped the sheets right out,

Tried to forget all about,

those dark ignoble

memories.


[Interlude]


[Chorus]

With night comes the terror,

Those scars last forever,

evidence of traumas potential

Contemptible crimes,

never brought to mind,

they’re marked private and

confidential.

Private and confidential.


[Verse]

Her story begins with such heinous sins

The devil incarnate became discontented.

Her innocence ceases, her childhood is in pieces,

She knows she never consented.


[Chorus]

With night comes the terror,

Those scars last forever,

evidence of traumas potential

Contemptible crimes,

never brought to mind,

they’re marked private and

confidential.

Private and confidential.


[Verse]

Torn paper sheets,

contained missing heartbeats,

about things a young girl shouldn’t know

Like corporeal trash,

Scattered like cemetery ashes,

She watches as they float downstream.


[Bridge]

Her handwritten pages

have all but faded,

No telling what that means.

The path to redemption,

starts with transitional footsteps,

across her bridge of dreams.


Chorus]

With night comes the terror,

Those scars last forever,

evidence of traumas potential

Contemptible crimes,

never brought to mind,

they’re marked private and

confidential.


[Interlude]

The path to redemption,

starts with transitional footsteps,

across her bridge of dreams.

Dreams Dreams Dreams.


[Outro]

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