An old wooden bridge covered with the precense of fall
And there I stood, I dared not cross, afraid to lose it all
Beneath the promise of a quiet place frightened me
But now the wind has spoken again and marked the trail I could
Not see
And through the mist she calls my name, the one that leads me
And when I feel the falling rain, she shelters me from pain
Sometimes the memories return and once again I am lost
In that shrouded place
Im staring down into the still water
So black
Then through the mist she calls my name, the one that leads me
And when I feel the falling rain, she shelters me from pain
Almost like whispers on the wind
She carries my soul and I fall to my knees
My past slowly drifts away
So that life can turn to day
Dont need to say a word
(Silence can be gold)
From moments have I learned
(Change is what shell hold)
And through the mist she calls my name, the one that leads me
And when I feel the falling rain, she shelters me again
Dont need to say a word cause silence can be gold
From moments have I learned, change is what shell hold
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