He dreamed of another time 
A time that never was 
In a place that might have been 

He dreamed of a bridge 
From a land spare and dry 
To a fabled city on a hill 

He dreamed of a fog 
That stood between 
Where he was 

And where he could be 

In the dream 
The fog never cleared 
He never crossed the bridge 

When he woke 
He realized the fog 
Was the nightmare of his childhood 

The bridge was a path 
From the child to the man 
From who he was 

To who he could be 

He would never cross the bridge 
So long as he held the fears 
Of the child 

He would never overcome the fears 
Until he allowed himself 
To feel the child’s pain