Tracy Granucci

(September 3rd.1994)

My Stranger


My stranger stepped in front,
My stranger saved my life.
My stranger made no stunt,
My stranger was lost by his wife.

Would you be a stranger
To a random person?
Would you help someone?
Or let the situation worsen?

In this world,
Now and today
Where such things matter
Like if you were gay.

Would you end your life,
To save another?
Or end a strife
Between two brothers?

No one knows
Until the time comes.
No one knows
'Til the sound of the drums

It's okay if you wouldn't be a stranger
But just remember
That if you're in danger
That I will be you savior.

Submitted: Sunday, August 23, 2009
Edited: Thursday, September 03, 2009

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