Life is like a bridge, over Death's Devine
One small slip, and your soul is Mine.
Upon the One who has chosen there Fate
All mortals learn is how to Hate.
Few understand how to get Across
Was it because of the man perched upon that Cross?
Why do people cry as if stabbed by the Sheath
Like the wolfs in the night who bear their Teeth?
Anger consumes like a open flame
Impossible to calm, impossible to Tame
Life is like a bridge, each plank representing one's Soul
And sacraficing yourself is the only Toll.
One small slip, and your soul is Mine.
Upon the One who has chosen there Fate
All mortals learn is how to Hate.
Few understand how to get Across
Was it because of the man perched upon that Cross?
Why do people cry as if stabbed by the Sheath
Like the wolfs in the night who bear their Teeth?
Anger consumes like a open flame
Impossible to calm, impossible to Tame
Life is like a bridge, each plank representing one's Soul
And sacraficing yourself is the only Toll.