That Beautiful Stranger Over There

That Beautiful Stranger Over There


Walking home with wind blow
Knocking on my front door
And my hair begins to soar
My worries are no more
So I steepened my pace and I go slow


Turning the corner free
And down pours the cold of rain
My feet slip into pain
But my mind remains sane
I am still happy to be me


At the city that my eyes stare
So I begin to sing a song
A tune that does me no wrong
But then my eyes stop and stare long
For there is a stranger over there


Eyes burning
For they do not wish to close
I dare do not wish to purposely impose
My blood rushes from my head to my toes
And my heart is yearning


My mouth has dried
For I have no gut to speak for me
I have no heart to beat freely
I have no mind to attend my thinking
It is almost as suddenly as if my soul has died


My hazy vision
Disappears from me
As the beautiful stranger walks accordingly
Away from our future as I pictured it to be
And my heart explodes into a fission


The lost of such beauty I cannot bear
The beautifulness of it all
Dissipates as my heart crawls
A beauty so thick at my spirit it begins to fall
My deepest condolences to that beautiful stranger over there