Strangers
By:  Doug Doughtie
© 1998 by Doug Doughtie

Strangers
All alone, they live their lives
No one hears him when he cries
He’s a shadow
He’s a stranger

Strangers
It is dark, and oh, so cold
She lives her life and she grows old
She’s a number
She’s a stranger

This planet holds us all
Six billion short and tall
Those names there on the wall
They’re strangers
Yes, strangers

People
They hold back tears in falling rain
And no one cares about their pain
They’re all strangers
Only people

Families
You have yours and I have mine
It’s a never-ending line
Full of children
Who are strangers

The common aren’t real
They have no real appeal
They’re the ones we need to heal
The people
The strangers

The Old Man
He loved his life, he loved his kids
He lived a good life, and yet he lives
No longer
Can't remember

Johnny
Went to war, he fought and bled
Died with honor in his head
He’s forgotten
Just one more loss

We’re names in newsprint now
As we each wonder how
Each life has its final bow
Then silence
More strangers
More strangers
Then silence