It was about the weather
Then he told about his song
Another stanger left him alone
And he walked with a smile
Wishing everyone a great day
He walked with head up high
Never ever he cried
In front of his strangers
He was pleasant and chirpy
Said the cigerette man
No,Never he talked death
Or black,grey or blue
He smiled again in pain
Worried about his breathe
Eyes set so high to sky
He walked to his love
A new street by the sea
Filled with new faces
He walked in gusto
He sang his puerto rican
He looked around whistling
His eyes struck a lady
He walked to her
It was about her shoes
The classy french veal
And her Celine bag
He spoke to the madame
In french with finesse
Then he told about his song
Only for her to leave
Strangers,vivid
Dark,white and brown
Anonymous beauty
For him..She was
Anonymous friend
The other was..
Mother,once a stranger
His very first one
Then a few others
In this world of strangers
He walked for his love
To meet new strangers
To start with the weather
Then to his song
"Why do I need friends?
When the world is filled
With fascinating people
Called My Strangers"
-Kris