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Without Warning

By Bruce Clifford

Was it a year ago or two
When I told a white lie to you
Maybe it was three years or four
I'm not counting, but what am I in for

Was it a year ago or two
When I betrayed the trust that you knew
Maybe it was three years or more
I thought we got past this, but could not see what was in store

Without warning
In the heat of the flame
You say I'm to blame
But there was nothing new

Without warning
When I thought I was safe
Those memories safely tucked away
You bring up the past as if the present was my shame

You said you forgave me
In time you learned to trust me
We moved on and carried on
We gave each other the oath to survive
So why are you now eating me alive

What is a year ago or two
When you got mad and said 'I could never love you'
Then I thought we worked it out
We got beyond the pain and doubt

What is three years ago or more
When you packed your things and walked out that door
Then you came back into our home
We said we worked it out and left the past alone

Without warning
In the heat of the flame
You say I'm to blame
But there was nothing new

Without warning
When I thought I was safe
Those memories safely tucked away
You bring up the past as if the present was my shame
Without warning you find a way to blame
Without warning you dig up that buried pain

9/24/06 Bruce Clifford


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