Across the bridge
Lays our static lady
Frozen in time
Stuck in the cold and in the shady

And oh, Across her torso
Oh, Across her chest
There lives an open wound
Skin ripped and distressed

Her ribcage reaches out
A fools hand of sorrow
Seeking water in the drought
Aid in waking up tomorrow

But our unchanging lady does not blink
She sheds just one tear
She knows...