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The Cost

By Bruce Clifford

I woke up and the dream was over
A new day under the sun
I closed my eyes and this dreadful year is over
A new one has begun

I slip through the silence
I cry through the night
I hold on to the energy
Holding on for my life

I cut and I mingle
Iím lost in the fear
I search for the answers
Answers nobody could hear

I woke up and the dream was over
A new moment under the sky
I saved a wish for the endless discover
Before itís my turn to die

I slip through the silence
I cry through the night
I sail on a river
Maybe the timing isnít right

I search and discover
Iím divided and lost
I completed a sentence
Then I counted the cost

I woke up and the dream was over
A new day under the sun
I closed my eyes and this dreadful year is over
A new one has begun

©9/2/2020 Bruce Clifford


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