The way over The way out I'm In The Jungle Going Through The Bushes Stepping Over Rocks Passing By The Animals Resting Against Trees In Search Of The Bridge That Will Take Me To The Other side I Was Told There Was A Bridge Made Out Of Wood And Rope They Say It Is Safe Strong Enough To Withstand My Weight It Leads To The Other side A Place Unlike This Place A Place Of Peace And Promise Of Calm Tides And Bright Sun Where People Greet Each Other With A Smile Where Children Can Play Without Being Hit By Stray Bullets There Are No Guns There Money Does Not Exist There Are No Gadgets People Look Into Each Other's Eyes When They Speak Everywhere You Go You're Greeted With A Warm Smile I Must Find The Bridge So I Can Leave Where I Am So I Can Save My Life And Live Without Barbwire Fences Without Walls And Pitfalls And Attitudes With The Stench Of Hate I Need To Find The Bridge So I Can Breathe Fresh Air And Drink Clean Water And Meditate To The Music Mother Nature Has Composed