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On a beach
I used to wonder what it would look like
I used to wonder how it would feel
I used to wonder how the air would be
On that big, open beach
I grew up around trees with no water
I grew up with dirt and lost bugs
I grew up with heat and sometimes rain
But never grew up on a beach
Who would take me to this wonderful place
When would i take that journey
Where would it lead me
I hope to stand on a beach
I joined the military at age 17
took that risk to travel
didn't know where it would lead me
But i hoped it was on a beach
The first time i saw it i cried
The first time i felt it i screamed
The first time i breathed in the thin air i laughed
I had finally made it on a beach
I no longer wonder how it felt
Nor how it looks
Not even how the air feels
WHY, because i finally got on that beach.
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