1 December 2012
She stands alone before a bridge
Knowing she must cross here
She has no one to help her over
And she is overcome with fear
She is a tiny baby and her mother is not by her side
She puts a foot tentatively across
Tears well up in her eyes
She has taken the first step of life
And has felt her very first pain
But she still wants to carry on
And takes a step again
And this is how it carries on
As she grows into a child
She feels less of the pain
She becomes sweet and loving and mild
She grows into a teenager
And gets confused a lot of times
Sometimes her bridge is swaying
But she never looks behind
When she is an adult
She stops being so naïve
And when her mother dies
Her bridge is clouded with grief
But she never stops walking
Across her bridge of fate
Even though she's alone
She knows she can't be late
She doesn't know where she's going
Above or down below
But there's one thing she knows for certain;
She doesn't want to be fast or slow
She goes there at an even pace
And reaches ninety-two
Her lover's gone already
And she doesn't know what to do
There's a fog in front of her face
And she knows this is the end
But will she go to heaven?
Or to he'll will she descend?
But she knows she has to go
And she takes her final breath
She gathers up the strength
And takes her one last step…
Metaphors - The Bridge Of Life • Opuss № I