'under the brooklyn bridge
there lives an old man
he came from the sea
he came to see me
we took a long walk
we took time to talk
we came to the conclusion
life has too much confusion
where to find peace
where there is motion
where to find love
where there is commotion
dream of a place
our saving grace
we all found each other
to be sister and brother
to live on this land
to remember life is grand'

~ marijka ~