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That summer night on the moonlit beach is far-gone now.

The tears mingle with blood no more.

The red streams have turned black and blue.

Now ink is my salvation.



I am alone no more.



I'm on a different sunny beach now, building castles in the sand.

The wind may blow them down, and the water may wash them away,

But no matter, there is help on the way for rebuilding.



I am alone no more.



That lone grain of sand on the beach,

That lone blade of grass in the field,

That lone star in the sky,

Well it's not so lone.

Because there is the beach, there is the field, there is the sky.

I still am that grain of sand, and blade of grass, and star.



I am alone no more.



I receive hugs from living, breathing flesh.

I partake of the warmth of friendship and love.

Frolic through the meadow of happiness

And marvel at life.



I am alone no more.



A big brother who listens without judging,

And whom comfortable to be around is an understatement.

Great friends who are with me 'til the end, and then some.

I acquire love from all around.



I am alone no more.





"Today is gonna be a good day," I said to the multitude of listeners,

"Today is the first day of the rest of my life."

There's so much left to do and experience.

I've only just begun.



I am alone no more.



The bloody scars replaced by inky stains.

The loss and desperation replaced by love and hope.

There may still be tears, but they are not always sad ones.



I am alone no more.