Rebuilding again the bridge I burned

"How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died."

Rebuilding again that beautiful bridge that I once burned, and trying to keep it standing this time.
Tearful but not weak.
Understand then I see.
Thankful.
Apologize, forgive and not forget.

Sometimes we really do have to take time, sit down, and spill everything out. It's all gonna be worth it, coz there's always just that little something that makes life a whole lot prettier.

Anyway, how about measuring life in bridges we rebuild and keep? :)