Under The Bridge

I found a home,
home sweet home,
under the bridge.

Its free,
We are free,
We eat by the bin,
and work through the chin,
its cold, its rugged,
its under the bridge.

Like trees in a forest,
the winds swayed them off,
Momma first,
Papa last,
Would aunty take me, no
Would uncle take me, no
Would the bridge keep me,
Its under the bridge.

Our togetherness is our warmth,
Our sparks are nothing ordinary,
They, know not our worth,
Our love with no forgery,
Only seen and felt by us,
Under the bridge.

Its under the bridge,
My solace, my home,
Under the bridge.

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