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If I stand alone wrapped in inky darkness,
not able to see a speck of light anywhere,
how can I find my way back where people care,
if alone without even the sun’s warm kiss?

If I teeter on the edge of a sheer cliff,
I hear the thundering surf below on rocks,
while the mist caresses my face and mocks
the need to feel the touch of a loving hand.

If I feel alone and lost in the nightmare,
how can I feel more solitary when awake?
When loved ones seem to forget and forsake
my need to connect, I am beyond isolated.

If ...