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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.