THE STRANGER AND THE SWEET ONE…
Once a stranger arrived in an old town
Parked his bike and as he lay down
His eyes on a beautiful one
Standing under the shining sun
Dusty Face
Yet full of grace
She looked at the stranger
Flashed a smile
And as their eyes met
The stranger and the sweet one fell in love
And separation for them was to be tough
Then spoke stranger in remorse
And as he did dark clouds roared
Oh sweet one I cannot stay
As this wandering is my fate
The sweet one just stood shocked
And all those hopes she built just dropped
On the ground like a fallen angel
She could not help and said please stay stranger
Both their eyes filled with tears
Remember me he said for the coming years
Then the stranger swallowed the pain
He sat on his bike and rode passed the rain.
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