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Mist Within The Trees

By Bruce Clifford

It hurts too much to understand
Look where we are with the evolution of man
Take it to heart and let your feelings go
Give it a pull and put on a show

I try sometimes to black out the pain
Setting aside the buckets in the rain
Make a break for the clouds of disease
Give it a shake and it will bring you to your knees
The mist within the trees

It hurts too much to let this thing live on
So out of touch with the worry and the song
Give in to hope and let the season of worry begin
Through the periscope of all the ways man could sin

I try sometimes to black out the pain
Setting aside the memory of this day and age
Run for the hills and stumble in the streets
All the danger is not what it seems
The mist within the trees

Set it aside
Set it aside

It hurts too much to let this thing live on
So out of touch with the worry and the song
Give in to hope and let the season of worry begin
Through the periscope of all the ways man could sin

2/3/2007 Bruce Clifford


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