The Lay of the Bridgeburners
I have seen the face of sorrow
She looks away in the distance
Accross all these bridges
From whence I came
And those spans, trussed and arched,
Hold up our lives as we go back again
To how we thought then
To how we thought we thought then
I have seen sorrow's face,
But she is ever turned away
And her words leave me blind
Her eyes make me mute
I do not understand what she says to me
I do not know if to obey
Or attempt a flood of tears
I have seen her face
She does not speak
She does not weep
She does not know me
For I am but a stone fitted in place
On the bridge where she walks- Toc the Younger, MALAZAN BOOKS OF THE FALLEN (Steven Erikson)
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