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The Surface

By Bruce Clifford

This is not a race
But for how long can I see your face
This is not the wild
Calm, smooth, sober and mild

This is not the vision
Never knew we ever made this decision
This is not the miracle mile
Free, the fire burning like when I was a child

I canít let go of this pain
I canít go to sleep unless itís going to rain
I canít see the edge as it forbids me to explain
There's no surface when Iím drowning in my pain

This is not the words of the few
How can one ever let these things spoil our view
All it takes is a little quiver and heartbreak
I just donít know if this is real or fake

I canít let go of this pain
I canít go to sleep unless itís going to rain
I canít see the edge as it forbids me to explain
There's no surface when Iím drowning in my pain
Thereís no surface when the clouds roll in.

This is not the end
But with you how long can we pretend
This is not the wild
Calm, smooth, sober and wild

©2/20/16 Bruce Clifford


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