Driving over by this short bridge.
Canada bound most every week,
Though its not for work or pleasure,
But prescription med\'s that I seek.
Within my home here the U.S.A.,
I cannot afford, nor can I pay,
The exorbitant price they\'re charging,
To keep folk like me alive each day.
By just driving across the border,
I can save about eighty percent,
On drugs for me and several friends,
So we can still eat and pay our rent.
Forced to make this regular dubious journey,
And at seventy five years old this shouldn\'t be,
This is the only way of us existing here,
Within our home of the brave, and land of the free !