What Will Be

By Bruce Clifford

There’s danger far out at sea
Does she have her eyes set on me
What will be, what will be, what will be
My favorite places are no more

There’s a gust of wind in the storm
Does she know this is not what we need to endure
What will be, what will be, what will be
My favorite places in the eye of the storm

I can hear you
I can see
Yes, I fear you
It’s hard to believe

What will be, what will be, what will be
Those happy places are no more
What will be, what will be, what will be
My favorite places in the eye of the storm

©9/18/17 Bruce Clifford

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