Bridge above the water

The bruised and battered face of solitude
All of our lives' trivial pursuits
A yellow page i've read a thousand times
Slurs a tired and repeated line
"You have nothing to lose but your chains"
To soil and shovels we're sworn
To layers of history that suffocate the unborn
You may say these bridges i've burned
But i would do it all again
While they all wait, to cross in turn
I'd rather swim