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Far Away


I am an only child; always my parents and me 

I am a true loner; I have friends but not many

I am a true beliver; karma is my game

But now I am lonely; my parents so far away

The world is going crazy; locked inside our homes

Six feet distance is required; but I need to roam

People wearing masks like we're in a sci fi movie 

People are dying, I really wish this was a dream 

I am getting restless this little bird needs to be free

What is the price of living if we can't even breathe

I'm ready for this to be over normal life to resume 

But if this keeps on going, the world might just be doomed. 

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