The Only Thing

By Bruce Clifford 

I feel like I’m crossing paths with you

As if we were in many ways out of tune

We wandered off to the view

Feeling blue

I feel like I’m flying inside the cloud

As if we could hardly make any sounds

We scattered a dust cloud in the air

We didn’t care

These things happen from time to time

It doesn’t matter if I’m dead or alive

The only thing I’ve been missing is gathered in the wave

All of those promises were made

I feel like I’m hearing a Calypso serenade

As if we are the only ones who had it made

We climbed a hilltop towards the slide

Day and night we cried

These things happen from time to time

It doesn’t matter if I’m dead or alive

The only thing I’ve been missing is gathered in the wave

All of those promises were made

The only thing I’ve been missing is right there to be saved

All of those memories could never fade

©5/7/15 Bruce Clifford

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