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The Only Thing

By Bruce Clifford

I feel like Iím crossing paths with you
As if we were in many ways out of tune
We wandered off to the view
Feeling blue

I feel like Iím flying inside the cloud
As if we could hardly make any sounds
We scattered a dust cloud in the air
We didnít care

These things happen from time to time
It doesnít matter if Iím dead or alive
The only thing Iíve been missing is gathered in the wave
All of those promises were made

I feel like Iím hearing a Calypso serenade
As if we are the only ones who had it made
We climbed a hilltop towards the slide
Day and night we cried

These things happen from time to time
It doesnít matter if Iím dead or alive
The only thing Iíve been missing is gathered in the wave
All of those promises were made

The only thing Iíve been missing is right there to be saved
All of those memories could never fade

©5/7/15 Bruce Clifford


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