Cross the Bridge
She is consumed from the fires of her afflictions
Riddling her mind with chaotic tunes and depictions.
Following the signs to new inscriptions
She ventures through this valley gorge
Coming to the river Styx with no fiord
While swimming in these waters; only strength restored.
She cries out, "Ganga your rapids, too great, why must you imprison me?
Is there a way to to cross and eat from the Manna Tree?
Is there a way to sing again and fulfill my destiny?"
Upon no answer, her only hope, to await the 7th Trumpet to sound
When all the earth will feel the pulse of the ground.
And in time the music will shake these rocks from yonder mountain ridge
Fall into these stolen waters and build her a bridge.
Forget the Jolly Roger of her past
Into the eternal flame she will cast.
Never to sail that ship again
Repent for those days of habitual sin.
While resting in the shade of the Manna Tree
She shall learn the wisdom of the Final Fantasy.
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