Here I stand, noble, strong and tall
Being called the best of them all.
I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best.
People have taken my height to the test.
I’m used for transportation,
and for protesting an organization.
I’ve been here in the sun, snow and rain,
peoples joy and as well as their pain.
I’ve seen everything you can imagine,
days filled of boredom as well as action.
Not knowing what tomorrow will bring,
another man holding a wedding ring,
or seeing a person weep in fear but mainly pain,
calling their loved ones’ name,
asking for them back,
as they are the only thing they want but lack,
seeing it all too often,
putting one more body in a brass coffin.
It upsets me to know I was the one that helped them end their life.
They could’ve gotten help or used a blade or a knife,
but they come to me.
Do they not understand all the deaths I have to see?
Watching beautiful people never becoming what they wanted to be
except a person they can’t stand being,
a person they can’t stop seeing.
So they think it will help if maybe they just stop breathing,
whether it’s from a heart-break or people teasing.
I wish I could help in a better way,
I wish I had a voice, something positive for me to say,
to tell them that someone in this world still loves them,
that they might feel invisible but they are only just a transparent gem.
They’ll find their place,
they’ll finish this ongoing race.
I know I’m not human, not a person,
but I do know if you leave your problems they will only worsen.
It pains me to see people take their lives by jumping off of my rail.
If I were human, would I go to jail?
I would be helping a murder, a crime,
but would they think it was a murder? Would I still have to do the time?
Yes, yes it would be.
The voices in their heads are the other side,
making them feel worthless, shameless with no pride,
and I would be there, as if the assistant,
making hope for them even more distant.
Being a bridge is not always fun,
I see smiles and love,
but I’ve also seen the dagger through the peace-loving dove.
No one thinks of the life of a bridge like me,
until you try living it, you won’t be able to fully see.
They say I’m strong and loyal for I am the Brooklyn Bridge,
But they don’t know I’m as cowardly as a midge.