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