Each warning shot across my bow
Truth and wisdom call out my name
This won't be the last time I know this somehow
You're not listening
You're not paying attention
What am I missing
This is not your latest invention
Treasure is lost
Treasure is found
Love has a cost
When you throw it around
It's not being mean
It's not being fair
Love is lost
And you don't seem to care
©12/07/09 Bruce Clifford
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