The Bridge

Every forward step I take
The bridge gets more unsteady.

The air stirs up more fog
I'm blinded and afraid
And everyone's talking at once.

I can't even hear my own thoughts.

I know my own path.
I don't know my role
Or what I should be doing
Cause everyone calls upon me
To save them, to lead them
To intervene, to fight.

I just need to find a light
And a steadier stride.