When I was sad as a child
I had a million shoulders
A million shoulders to cry on
When I was sad as a teenager
I had a thousand shoulders
A thousand shoulders to cry on
To lean on, to count on
When I was sad In my twentys
I had a 100 shoulders to cry on
To make me laugh To help to advise
Now I am an adult I am supposed to be wise
But when I am sad where do I go
Only I will witness my tears flow
Only I will talk to me and tell me it’s going to be alright
Tell me how I continue to fight
Where did all those shoulders go?
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