The bridge of sadness

Each time as we step upon our own shadow 
Each time as we fill up that what has been hollow 
We move forward without looking back 
We fight no matter all of the skills we lack 
 
Climbing hills trying to reach for the sky 
Searching amongst the depths of the sea 
Not even knowing what there is to find 
Cutting trees and building houses 
Turning stones and breaking bones 
Silently losing our mind, cause there’s no place like home 
 
Each time as we start to fool ourselves, joke and play around 
Each time as we deny the truth and live with the doubt 
We change our posture and rethink our act  
We put on a mask to hide away all of the pain inside 
Changing fiction into facts 
 
Walking tall while trying to be small 
Unnoticed by the people, while laying amongst the corpses 
Of those who already have fall 
Running miles and surviving the difficult times 
Sweeping away tears, covering it with many  shapeshifting smiles 
 
As the truth is like a knife that cuts very deep 
That we all stand on the very same place whenever we fall asleep 
Dreaming of personal desires and thinking about whatever we can do to change 
To live another day by crossing paths and refuse to stay