A Strangers Hand Poem by Sharron Stephenson

To see the months fly by
With the pain in the heart
To watch the years of memotie
Just walk away

To carry tears in the soul
While the world moves with pace
To pick the flowers in the seeds of love
Water the path of life and death

Guide the sences to a war of words and care
Pull the trigger that lays the body cold
Sort the leaves from the blood
Call the winds escape

Move the goals Head to the spot
Hand the hand
My friend to a mind of strangers