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We Turned Off the Sun

By Bruce Clifford

We turned off the sun
I canít see the face in front of me
We turned off the sun
I forget what I was supposed to be

We shut down the lights
The air is not something you want to breathe tonight
We turned off the dreams
Feeling lost and afraid as Iím falling apart at the seams

I donít know
Donít go
Canít feel
Canít hear
Canít see
Donít go
I donít know

We turned off the sun
I canít smell the scent in front of me
We turned off the sun
Iím not sure what we were supposed to see

We shut down the schools
When I was there I broke all the rules
We turned out the lights
Spending the days and skipping the nights

I donít know
Donít go
Canít feel
Canít hear
Canít see
Donít go
I donít know
I canít believe this

We turned off the sun
I canít hear the steps behind me
We turned off the sun
I canít tell if you are a he or a she

We shut down time
I once thought you would become mine
We locked all the doors
Iím trying to remember what came before

©4/18/2020 Bruce Clifford


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