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We Are

By Bruce Clifford

Has anybody made an attempt to see
All of these things that could have been
Have you passed it by or just let it be
Count your daily blessings as you forget all about me

We are tailored by the thread all that would remain
Quiet is the innocence before it goes away
We are seasoned by the truth when memory is lost
Silence is the golden rule no matter what the cost

We are frozen and trapped in time when love begins to fade
Empty spaces and borrowed thoughts create but never change
We are passive when we resist the memory of this place
Interceding and fragile dreams from deep in foreign space

Has anybody made an attempt to find
So many things that were once yours and mine
Do you remember how we used to walk the line
Hold your faith to the wind and take this ride

We are tailored by the thread all that would remain
Quiet is the innocence before it goes away
We are seasoned by the truth when memory is lost
Silence is the golden rule no matter what the cost

We are the young and old looking through a vase of silk
The memory of a little boy lying with his quilt
We are fragile by design as tragic memories fade
The institution of history asks us all to remain  

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