Stranger

Poem By David Wilson

Man i never met, i man i never knew
yet he stands above yelling IM HER TO SAVE YOU
He Stretches out his arm, and opens up his hand
but i can here the song of death, coming from the band
i feel my time has come, as the lights begin to dim
and i suddenly start cry, as i look up at him
with tear stained eyes i realize what i see is lies
there is no man, there is no cliff, im very much alive
i have the strength and the will to live and thrive
now i know, my life is in, the hands of a stranger
i know not who i am, yet in my palm i hold the key
to start the machine, to open the door that is me
for i know not who i am, and my life is my own
i realize, i am the man above me, making sure im not alone

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