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I'm calling by the breeze of summer
Hoping I can find those footsteps in the sand
Alone walking, waves touching
My bare foot, teary eyes
Crying like a lost child in the forest
Looking for arms that will carry
My weight, problems like the stars in night time.
It never leaves, it is never gone,
Just hiding behind the bright sun light.
I'm calling the fireflies
To guide our way
Along with the footsteps
That carry my weight.