I don't know where to begin
I can dream of a time and place
There are those nights where I can still see your face
This world has made me so cynical
This world has turned me into a pessimist
Oh I can't resist
This world has made me feel so down and out
My heart makes me turn about
I want to reach back in time,
I want to find that place where my heart can touch your face
Crawling out of my skin
I am not sure where or when this will end
I can dream of a place and time
Maybe one day there will be happiness to find
Please don't let my mind erase
the last touch of your face
Don't let it slip away
My heart is melting
Those who are left standing will wonder
What did we teach them in the end
Did we show them how to learn from desire
Or did we light this world on fire
Crawling out of my skin
It's all fading so fast
The touch of the past
This dream won't last
©3/18/12 Bruce Clifford
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