The Gateway (Skit)

[Skit]
The gateway
When life offers a dead end
[The curling ?] water left us no home
[?], as the natives would say, became the Falls of Saint Anthony
The bridge of hope, to explore the great plains
The beginning of the twin cities
Then, the depression left us hopeless once again
The street trolleys left us walking the streets
To be replaced by light rail
But hopelessness, once again, like the metropolitan building, the old is gone and the new has come
It just takes a vision within us to make dreams possible
And like the twin cities, our visions will fall apart because they need to be rebuilt
So never be afraid to fall apart because it will be an opportunity to rebuild yourself the way you wish you had been all along