Bridge of Reason, Shore of Faith

The golden bridge stands directly above the water.
Waves splash around fiercely, flooding the sand,
And the instant memory that I receive while standing here,
Is of the first time you and I walked this bridge hand in hand.

Do you remember it? I do, just like it was yesterday:
You gave me the reason you had for leaving, while I cried.
Listening to you, my entire world fell apart in a second;
I realised any faith I once had in a perfect life, was all a lie.

I called this bridge, "The Bridge of Reason",
Yet that doesn't fit, it just seems too wrong.
The waters below me: "The Shore of Faith".
No, that description did no longer belong.

This bridge will soon collapse and die,
Similar to the glorious love we could never hide,
And that shore is nothing but filthy waters
Where horrid pasts are left drowned by the tide.