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The Wind

By Bruce Clifford

Itís too bad youíve never seen rain
Itís so sad with ice running through your veins
You canít mistake all the promises weíve made

Itís held up tight running from the day
Itís second sight in the corner of the maze
You canít mistake all this give and take

Iíve been to the corner of the mountain
Iíve sinned, but the mountain still let me in
Iíve climbed every hill of promise
Iíve declined each refuge I could find

Itís so sad when youíre missing in the night
Itís too bad we could never get this right
You canít create a promissory plight

Iíve been to the corner of the mountain
Iíve sinned, but the mountain still let me in
Iíve climbed every hill of promise
Iíve declined each refuge I could find

Iím in the wind
Iím in the wind
Iím in the wind
The mountain let me in

Iím doing alright
Iím ready to fight
Iím in the wind
The mountain let me in

Iíve been to the fire and the lake
Iíve discovered all the promises we once made
Iíve recognized every moment every time
Iíve centralized each memory as it arrives

Iím in the wind
Iím in the wind
Iím in the wind
Time and time again
Time and time again

©7/10/19 Bruce Clifford


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