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