across nothingness and wondered

if there would be something on the other side.

I built a bridge out of fog,

across darkness and hoped that

there would be light on the other side.

I built a bridge out of despair,

across oblivion and knew that

there would be hope on the other side.

I built a bridge out of hell,

across chaos and trusted that

there would be strength on the other side.

I built a bridge out of hell,

across terror and it was a good bridge,

a strong bridge,

a beautiful bridge.

It was a bridge I built myself,

with only my hands for tools,

my obstinacy for supports,

my faith for spans,

and my blood for rivets.

I built a bridge,

and crossed it,

but there was no one there to meet me on the other side.

- pjesma 'I built a bridge across darkness' napisao Jim sa http://www.loveislonely.com/