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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,