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What Brought us to Here

By Bruce Clifford

It's like I see the world for the first time
I see it like a child
Fresh and pure
So insecure

It's like I've know you for a lifetime
I see things so infantile
The smell of rain in the air
It seems so unfair

Because when I wake to a new day
All that remains
Are visions of war and violence
Suicide bombers and hurricanes

When I wake up to the real world
Nothing seems clear
A young voice in the distance cries out
"What brought us to here"

Wish I knew the only way out of this jungle
Wish I knew the reason we have to run for cover

It's like I see the world for the first time
But my mind knows better than this
All the reasons we are for this lifetime
My mind and body know it is

When I wake up to the real world
Nothing seems clear
A young voice in the distance cries out
"What brought us to here"

2/11/2007 Bruce Clifford


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