Nothing to be Said

By Bruce Clifford

Change is good when a change is grand
Read a book and take a stand
All the real ones stand in a line
It’s been this way since the dawn of time

It’s not so bad when the falling is out
Sing a song and begin to shout
The chaos of the nightmare that turns to grey
We never knew any other way

What can I say when there’s nothing to be said
The silence is golden, but rings true in my head
What can I do when there’s nothing to be done
The ghosts of the past sit with the rising sun

How do we fit in when the chemicals are blocked
Take a stand and beat the clock
All the fake ones take up all of our time
All the goose ones are doing just fine

What can I say when there’s nothing to be said
The silence is golden, but rings true in my head
What can I do when there’s nothing to be done
The ghosts of the past sit with the rising sun

Change is good when a change is to be made
Write the words of the promises we’ve made
All the real ones stand in a line
It’s been this way since the dawn of time

©1/2/16 Bruce Clifford