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When There's Nothing Left That Matters

By Bruce Clifford

When it’s taken away
There’s not time to waste
The hole in the heart
Feeling out of place

When it’s all gone
Running our of space
Singing an lonely song
Heart begins to race

When there’s nothing left that matters
The road has been too long
When all that’s left is chatter
And the verses of a long empty song

When it’s taken away
There’s no reason to stay
Wishing there was a place
No time to waste

When there’s nothing left that matters
The road has been too long
When all that’s left is chatter
And the verses of a long empty song

When there’s nothing left that maters
There’s a hole in the heart
When all that’s left would dissipate
The feelings of the few
When there’s nothing left that matters
You step back into view

©4/15/18 Bruce Clifford


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