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The Man on the Bridge
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Does he truly recognize who he is?
He's confined but undefined,
He's the shadow, even in darkness.
But do you still remember the ones we leave behind?
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His memories are bleached and altered,
Is there nothing that stays the same?
But he's never been bothered
Not when nothing has changed.
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The man on the bridge,
He knows him.
That scrawny boy in Brooklyn;
They once were kin.
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Hope was a foreign word to him.
But suddenly it no longer is.
The past that he's been searching for,
Has always led to this.
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He's the light,
Before you land.
The one who'll lead you,
In the very last stand.
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But he's not here, not now,
He couldn't remember his very best friend,
He does find, though
That winter's hold must end.
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"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes."
Lies? Or truth, said across their great divide?
There's no time to speak now, as he takes the fall
Because nothing lasts, not even pride.
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The water's cold,
Winter – ice – blood on the snow
He catches the red, white, and blue,
To bring him home through the flow.
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Now, he remembers.
Or, at least he thinks so.
The man on the bridge
It's his friend – he'd never let go
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For, through all these times,
And all those lies,
He's still with him
'Til the end of the line.