Текст песни The Bridge - The Last Poets

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