Burning Bridges
I have burned all the bridges I
have crossed, I never
once looked
back,
I don't want to know what I have
missed, don't need to
listen to
smack.
Yesterday is surely gone, there
is nothing I can do to
change what I've
done.
I hope I haven't burned the bridge
I'm on, it's a bridge I may
not be able to
outrun.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11749
Quatrain of Burning Bridges - 11749 - Yorktown Disciple
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I
never
once
looked
back
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