“Born Under The Bridge”

I was born,

under a bridge

which runs.

To them old factories.

And I grew,

like a dying plant

between gases

and sand.

I’m a man,

coming from a bridge.

Over the river,

where my mom did;

Throw me down below,

to the darkness of the soul

of this town’s bridge.

I was born,

under a bridge.

I heard,

kids laughing here.

And I screamed,

my mother’s name

That made

them run away.

I’m a man,

a child of God.

Whom threw

me away.

And nobody went to search,

this baby crying hurt.

For I’m simply a man.

A simple, little man.

From a bridge without name.

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