Steve Feven Williams


Under The Bridge

Busy cars rush past your head,
echoes round and round as you hear a dropp of water ripple in the current
its safe here, the monsters cant get you under the bridge
only the sound of cars and the plucking of your strings
strumming a happy song about the times you used to have

nothing makes sense, why are we here, how long before i get her back?
should i be doing something more useful?
maybe get a job or help my friend get back on top

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