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Inner Peace

By Bruce Clifford

Some things I can't explain
It's too hard to think about all of this again
It looks like what was will always be
Will we ever reach our true destiny

Every night I'm alone in my dreams
Wondering what all of this means
I can't get by just living on a wing and a prayer
I can't survive knowing you're not near

So many things are better left unsaid
I can't get the image of you out of my head
It feels like what was is meant to be
Will we ever forget all the tragedy

Every night I'm alone in my dreams
Wondering what all of this means
I can't get by just living on a wing and a prayer
I can't survive knowing you're not here

How many lifetimes must we wait to find our inner peace
How many mountains must we climb until we feel at ease
How many spaces in time before it's all out of reach
How many emotions collide until we are strong enough to teach

Some things I can't explain
It's too hard to think about all of this again
It looks like what was will always be
Will we ever reach our true destiny

5/17/13 Bruce Clifford


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