The brige is high
And waters far
Of dark, black river flowing
It flowing fast, it flowing slow
Like wheel of life is turning.

To jump or not I start to think
And be a stone like others.
Or maybe just my heart to sink
And never love another.

I wish to die,
To feel the death
Dark, silent...be inside.
So I may live and live again
And feel the life outside.

(18/11/02)