Across the Bridge

I have lived a life of sin, in this world I'm living in I have done forbidden things I shouldn't do I ask a beggar along the way if he could tell me where to stay Where I could find real happiness and love that's true Across the bridge there's no mor

From far beyond the veil of sleep some ancient voice does seem to whisper my forgotten name weakly, yet solemnly. So remotely that one night think it had been but a dream, echo of some illusive call of fleeting memory. Yes, to believe such vain idea