I Know This Bridge.

I know this bridge in Italy,
a place where I must go.
This bridge you may view differently,
it's name I barely know.

My Daddy said he'd take my mother,
that was before he left us 'lone.
Mom said that she wouldn't bother,
and would much rather just stay home.

For some reason, I see the lie.
My Mother is just afraid to cry....

So this bridge is a place I must see,
A place to go for my Father.
I have unspoken ties with Italy,
beating somewhere in my heart.

When I'm wise enough, and brave,
I'll gather my children to see it.
I'll take a picture for Daddy's grave,
to pretend he'll know, he'll feel it.

I know I may not be what he wanted,
but until I see it, I am haunted.