the stranger.

i was the  wakeful
desired and hopeful
as i watched the turning event

i'll never see again
the stranger i called friend
i can't   claim resent

i'm not the angel
on frontlines  of hell
i'm not alone, nor the saviour.

and if i fall at the line
it will  come the time
when the friend becomes the stranger

© 2010 The Still Air

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