Now who would have thought
That a mother's own son
Would sleep ‘neath the bridge
Bothered by none
And who would have known
How he'd fought in the war
And seen all the horrors
That war is known for
I'd never suppose
That his Mom would approve
Of garbage can dinners
And boots lined with the news
And he grew to a man
But a little too fast
And before anyone knew
The world altered his path
How could she protect him
What could she do
For her own little son
When the world pushed it's way through
She couldn't bear to see it
Her heart it did break
She couldn't help her boy
And she just pa**ed away
Now he's alone
More alone than before
With no roof to shield him
And rocks for his floor
And he hears her soft voice
Beckoning him home
Where he'll always be loved
And never alone
Who would have known it
Known of her life
To find him like this
In the cold morning light