Everybody here is not a stranger
Maybe not a friend, but not a foe
Not one to rain on your days
As you find your way out of that haze
Of memories that lay claim
Over undying bounties of youth
Yours, mine, theirs
Right now it doesn’t matter who is the enemy
Before you, before me
Your freedom will not be stolen
Mirth will share with
Tears as they will cry
Just another from a you
To a me on the other side
Transform, transport, separate, support
Couldn’t possibly be good
Not to have a reason not to
Chair to sit or a door to open
When the fire will sear
The truth into the seam
Of another miracle
Sound of this voice
Will make a wish
That we and me were in it together
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