Tuesday, July 7, 2015

O Stranger

O Stranger! Born of womb of Time
What seekest thou?
What world, what clime?
Your eyes deepoceans of pain
You smile as you are slain
A burning lamp midst storm
Oh Stranger, none for you to mourn
The doors you knock stay locked
You are a grain from unknown stock
Come in, come rest awhile
You've journeyed many a mile
O Stranger your love is not lost
Through life you've paid your cost.

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