It's Hard To Say

By Bruce Clifford

It's hard to say 

If things are going my way

Trying to escape

Got to find a break

The days of the war

To even the score

Trying to think

Landed on the brink

Quiet disaster what do you think of me

I found your sorrow at the root of the tree

A page discontent with burnt pages on the floor

I can't talk this verbal abuse no more

It's hard to say

When things get in the way

Was this all for nothing

Are the battle lines now drawn 

The passing of tears

All of these years

Trying to believe

Wanting to breathe

Quiet disaster what do you think of me

I found your sorrow at the root of the tree

A page discontent with burnt pages on the floor

I can't talk this verbal abuse no more

I keep looking for that quiet in the storm

I keep holding out for all these feelings since I was born

It's hard to say

If things are going my way

Trying to escape

Got to find a break

©6/7/13 Bruce Clifford

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