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Cry To Me (The Battle Call)

By Bruce Clifford

Standing outside in the middle of the street
Watching the animals cross at my feet
Touching my soul as the rain begins to fall
It's the battle call
It's the battle call

Walking around in a twilight ridden daze
You broke the chain of lust in your Pandora maze
Picking up the pieces of a time you can't recall
This is the battle call
This is the battle call

Cry to me when you are asleep
Cry to me when it's time to weep
Let it go when no one lets you in
Take the time to find a place to begin

Walking through the park on a rainy afternoon
Feel the warmth as someone plays the blues
Touch the sky as you wander through the hall
This is a battle call
This is a battle call

Cry to me when you are asleep
Cry to me when it's time to weep
Let it go when no one lets you in
Take the time to find a place to begin

Cry to me when you are asleep
Cry to me when it's your time to weep
Cry to me when your heart can no longer endure
Cry to me when thoughts are no longer pure

2003 Bruce Clifford  

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