The bridge in between childhood and adulthood is a shaky one, Some bridges are made of rotten wood and

rusty nails. Others are made of silver and gold. Most are made of stone and wax. Stronger ones are made of iron and steel. But you know what? All of them will crumble and fall, Crumble and fall, Crumble and fall, So build it up with flesh and blood, My fair Lady. Flesh and blood it will remain, Will remain, Will remain, Flesh and blood it will remain Until the person cuts it. My fair Lady.