• tessiemoney 9w


    We're like strangers,
    We walk the street,
    Each to his own way,
    Each to his own destination.

    We're like strangers,
    Who miss their way,
    Our is soul troubled
    And we're lost.

    Our hearts melt within us,
    We utter words to another stranger;
    Alas!there is none to help
    Everyone is swift to go his own way

    Who shall help the one who falls?
    Who shall comfort the crying one?
    Who shall speak to the weary soul?
    When we're all like strangers on the street.