Like No Other

By Bruce Clifford 

 

These days are like no other
How could any of this be
These nights run from one to another
Sometimes I forget I’m me

These days are nothing like we’ve ever seen
These nights are the ones in the middle of every bad dream
Who would have thought we would end up sitting here
Who would have fought to break down these walls of fear

These days are like no other
Will we ever again see
These nights run from one to another
What happened to living and being free

These days are nothing we’ve expected to be
These nights are not the way things used to be
We’re separated, no longer feeling liberated
What happened to all we should have cherished and celebrated

These days are like no other
How could any of this be
These nights run from one to another
Wishing I was back out at sea

©4/4/2020 Bruce Clifford

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