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Loneliness isn't a weapon
Yet it causes pain to stir.
Loneliness isn't contagious
Yet it's exposed in almost all.
Loneliness isn't difficult
Yet it's seems hard to solve.
They promise so much
Yet give so little
They promise a shoulder
Onto which you cry
They promise an ear
Into which YOU would never lie.
There is beauty at the bay
And as the waves crest
You need to blow your sorrow away.
When they crash, feel the spray
And enjoy the sun set to the west
That’s what grandma would say.
It's time to fly
You've got your dreams
And now you've got your very own dreams.
The day has come,
It's time to soar,
But don't forget who you were before.
When you take off,
Do not look back,
