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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