Bridges, Crossed and Burned

A song dedicated to those with no place to turn. Please support Jimmy's Cambridge by making a donation while you listen. Jimmy's gives those people a place to turn... https://www.justgiving.com/jimmyscambridge Bridges (Crossed and Burned) She is down on her luck, with no place to turn Embedded with waifs and strays, her skin patched with bruises and burns The clothes on her back are tattered and torn She sleeps in the doorways, where drunks spit out their cold scorn A lonely young man, with no money to spare Staggered to see her pain, not sure if he should care He stretches out his hand, clings to the hope that she can stand But her fear backs her into the shadows A helpless girl in a hopeless land He's a stranger to luck got no place to turn Embedded with the waifs and strays, his sin was only to yearn The coat on his back is matted and worn He sleeps in old boxes, wishing he'd never been born If only somebody, with a minute to spare Would offer some tea and their hand, to prove that somebody cares So he reaches out to touch them, Grasps at hope but he can't stand And their guilt drags them out of the shadows Their focus sharp on their homemade plans What do you do when you lose your way? How do you cope with that pain? In a world that just turns away Well bridges are crossed and bridges are burned You know that the truth is the proof It's a lesson that never is learned You know that the truth is the proof A lesson that never is learned Words and music Dave Bradley Just in from the critics: "Absolutely beautiful, naturally sung, with genuine empathy" "no exaggeration...this is a beautiful piece of music" "Emotive theme which will always be current" "Brought a tear to my eye"