Bridge of Life
Walking the way of silence
i passed through a bridge
Come out in front of me
my hands did not made it
didnt ask him to facilitate my fate
On him dust like old coal
of white snow standing here for years
and waiting to pass by
Passing It i stood on an old mirror
which show me how life passes through
Eternity will not save you while
you travel to the other side of reality
reality of which the horns hide
Our bridges are equal
When you pass the first
you do not want to know
how many you will cross them
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