Dauphin Island Bridge
four sweet smiling babies on the front page of the paper
four sweet little lives that are no more
My throat is tight My hands are clenched My heart is broken
My eyes flood as my knees hit the floor
How in the hell could there even be an explanation
Could the white dope really bring a man so low
the pretty lady on the TV says it's a complicated situation
and a bunch of other crap that I don't want to know
Held in the arms they loved and trusted
Thrown some eighty feet into the bay
I'm bitter disillusioned and disgusted
and I'm not the only one who feels that way
My God it's so damn hard to keep believing
Is this the way you really meant for it to be
It's getting dark - a half an hour past grieving
Lets have a heart to heart just you and me
I've found this big black book of contradictions
Though I like what the red letters have to say
I hope I have the strength of my convictions
but what the hell is free will anyway
It's easy now to believe in the devil
It's good to have some where to put the blame
but I can't keep from thinking we're the trouble
If we don't own up, How can we ever change
I want to know if you're tight with the preacher
Who tells us about peace and love and hell
Have you got some connection with the teacher
who teaches us just how to hate and kill
This here geopolitical situation
is a little more than greedy cold and hard
What's all this talk about hell and damnation
There's plenty of that right here in my back yard
where four sweet smiling babies are on the front page of the paper
three so far have washed up on the shore
I guess there must be hell fire and damnation
Cause there just has to be a heaven for those four
Author's Comments :
This is for those babies, and God.
Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2008
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