How many stories have crossed your span
One thousand 500 with a hidden plan
Drawn by your views so majestic
The deep blue Bay holds their secrets
They never saw your warning signs
But they'd already crossed that line
Their lives so easily were dispensed
Death separated by a four foot fence
Foggy days will hide your power
Yet people may spend a solitary hour
Feeling your magnificent presence
Cherishing their private moment spent
Your towers watch over our city
Abuse of your span is such a pity
Code blue for most is a pleasing view
And desperation for only a few
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