Harvard Night Introspect (Walls Vs. Bridges)

Harvard, at night - You still sit on the lawn with the weight of both structures alive in your arms Rachmaninoff's tears turning black at your hips The counting of friends on your five finger tips Sawdust and poetry, building the wall A thousand feet wide, a thousand feet tall Running for life times, for miles, a span built in your introspect, with your own hands Frailty and friendships locked into the bridge Braided in steel as you reach and you give High above mountains and high above land all this entwined with the stretch of your hands Still in the dark, on the lawn, as you see a friend walking toward you, no shoes, and it's me I'm a reminder of one bridge you've built This effort the same as brick walls made of guilt We span interlocked over oceans for miles Stronger in steel when we reach during trials Bent but not breaking, leaning but locked Bolted in faith made of granite like rock You are a thinker, musician, a muse knowing that bridges or walls you must choose Harvard night introspect, weighting the skies burning Rachmaninoff tears in your eyes In an instant you build the bridge, swallow the land as you rise to your feet you hold onto my hand...