bridge
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Sotto il ponte a Del Rio sono fermi, bloccati, appostati, accerchiati
Ammucchiati migliaia di migranti Haitiani, non Ucraini
Sous le pont De Del Rio sont arrêtés, coincés, entassés
Amassés des milliers d'Haïtiens migrants, pas d'Ukrainiens
Sob a ponte Del Rio eles estão parados, presos, estacionados
Milhares de imigrantes Haitianos, não Ucranianos
Francamente, se fossem os últimos, não seriam penalizados
Bajo el puente Del Río están parados, atascados, estacionados
Miles de inmigrantes Haitianos, no Ucranianos
Francamente, si fueran estos últimos, no serían sancionados
Each time that my mind was finally ready to end it all,
I stood on the end of a bridge, ready to jump.
It always seemed like it would be quick and cheap.
The pain would end before I had a chance to even register it.
Hurry up and cross the bridge to the future and leave the hell your in fast,
Before the fire consumes the bridge to your future and my past,
If you can't remember what they created,
A bridge among barricades
A bird among bears
Love is free, love is peace
Trust from a tired heart
Energy from an exhausted mind
Love connects, love supports
You wake up, weary from living these 85 years
Your spine anchors you down, you struggle simply to get out of bed
Your body has betrayed you; it demands glasses to see, canes to walk, aids to hear
108,000 steps or 54 miles until they reached the unknown
The goal was always freedom but would it be on the other side?
Freedom to express your voice, to be heard , to be seen
No Laughing
No Screaming
No crying
Not even a sound
Climb up the rail
Its summer
So the water isn't too cold
But its night so the water looks black
How deep is the water?
The fires burn in the distance nowyet he feels better, some howGasoline and matches, his keys to freedom
My name is Derrick Lawson and I come from the ‘Bridge,
Where people try to make some money
and they’re dying to live.
My dream job is business,
working with technology,
be friends with Bill Gates,
one last desperate plea, one last call for helping handsto give him reason, give him ground on which to standhe could hardly tell, as he glanced around the room
Minutes pass as the sun drops into the Hudson River The George Washington Bridge looms above all of this New York lights up in its glory and spectacle From the bridge it is a sight that is not to be missed A tired, weary traveler still on his way
As I walk, I see the bridge.
I smell the musty white rails.
I hear the heartbreaking whistle of the train.
I feel the embrace of her through the wind.
I taste the tears as they roll down my cheeks.
