As I walk along the bridge I shiver,

all my life I’ve Known this river.

The stories of it’s glorious past,

away the good years gone so fast.

While once it was our power source

it’s now become a jogging course,

and since the Industrial Revolution

our river’s products have become pollution.

With fear raceing thru me like a lightening bolt in a thunder storm.

I sit and I wonder what will happen..

Tears rolling down my face like a water fall over the side of a mountin..

I sit and I wonder what will happen..

 My insides feeling like a shakeing leaf on a tree during a windy day..

I sit and I wonder what will happen..

Unsure if i can make it thru all that is happening..

I sit and I wonder what what will happen..

Will I still have a place to lay my head soon..

Hideing under the covers with a teddy bear in her hand..

Crying silently from fear of being there..

For tonight she is in the house where he does not even have to call her there..

She curls up tight with her teddy bear..

In hopes she can just disappear and pretend not to be there..

She hears the bedroom door squeking in his house though..

No place to run..

She has to stay there all night..

With her teddy bear in her arms she freezes there..

We see them under every bride we pass...

In a box in every alley we may look down..

These are the places that they live in the day and in the night..

Being forced to dig and beg for food in ways we would never even think..

Could they of once been the neighbor we have have forgotten that was always a help..

Maybe the best friend from school that was the only one that allowed us to be ourselves..