The God under the bridge

 

Oh to the God under the bridge,

I pray to thee,

Oh those rotten planks move so freely,

Oh those rusty bits on wire yowl,

my steady hands are leaving me,

my feet heavy,

my heart anchored to time,

and time is a thief,

no no time is a witch,

a witch that stowing away my peace on the other side grrr I curse the river I curse the bridge,

Oh to the God under the bridge,

I pray to thee,

Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.

Praying, Jenderam Hilir, March, 2023