David Cleveland

Who am I if I'm not me?
I'm not blind, but I still can't see.
Here's a hint, I'm not a clown.
Another hint, I make no sound.
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My heart is heavy, my spirit broken.
My life is passing, as I lay there choking.
As each breath shortens, I don't fight for air.
I know I'm dying, I just don't care.
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I've lived a long life with much sin.
How do I change it? Where do I begin?
Riding motorcycles, for forty-plus years.
So many drugs, and thousands of beers.
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Is life a lie, or a bunch of dreams?
A make-believe world, that's not what it seems.
I dreamed last night, that I killed a man.
I didn't use a gun, I did it by hand.
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This man walked up and put a gun to my head.
He said do as I say, or you will be dead.
So I started thinking, if I had one more goodbye.
I would say these things before I die.
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Most miracles you really don't see.
The mountains, the ocean, a ten-thousand-year-old tree.
The birth of a baby, the smell of a flower.
Or taking a walk in a warm April shower.
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A soft drizzling rain on a warm summer night.
It makes you feel calm, it makes everything right.
You look at your lady, no need to speak.
The connection you have is really unique.
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You said you love me.
That you would die for me.
And because of your death.
I would be set free.
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