Strangers - Poem by Daniel McCann
Strangers are what we are
and strangers are what we will become
underneith a falling star
we wait for the reason of why everything happens?
Strangers. Its strange strange world
you listen to the shouting
yet the silence is never heard
and a single smile doesnt take one word.
Ones living in a strange strange world.
Ones only another stranger to another's hurt.
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