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By Bruce Clifford

We are not here to hide the sunlight from the day
All the walls between us are kept deep, hidden, and safe
We are not here to bribe the silence from the rain
A visual sense of freedom in the quiet of the maze
The hill tops and a tree in space

The lights of the city are closed tonight
The bright lights of tomorrow are waiting on the other side
The last chance for rescue is like holding on for life
Like the walls of justice we stand here tall and in the light

We are not here to hide the wind beneath the waves
Memories have found us in this thought of yesterday
We are not the one's who have brought you to this place
Take my hand and join us on this planet deep in space
Another human race?

11/9/01 Bruce Clifford  

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