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When There's Nothing Left That Matters

By Bruce Clifford

When itís taken away
Thereís not time to waste
The hole in the heart
Feeling out of place

When itís all gone
Running our of space
Singing an lonely song
Heart begins to race

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

When itís taken away
Thereís no reason to stay
Wishing there was a place
No time to waste

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

When thereís nothing left that maters
Thereís a hole in the heart
When all thatís left would dissipate
The feelings of the few
When thereís nothing left that matters
You step back into view

©4/15/18 Bruce Clifford


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