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