Soul Inside Out

A Stranger

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Written for a buddy.

Stranger
 
I don't even know you
Yet your hand is reaching out
As mine as sinking in
What is your name?
If I spell it wrong, can we still be friends?
 
But now that I know you
Your hand looks so appealing
Could I hold it in mine?
This is just a fading hope
To a story with no end

It doesn't matter in the end.