I don't really care
How he lives or where he sleeps.
His colors and shades
Have no meaning to me.
He breathes the air that I breath
He might walk my ways;
He might climb my trees.
He might eat the same food,
He might drink the same drink;
I'd ask him if I could -
He might dream the same dream.
And at night, when he wakes up in cold sweat
He might scream the same scream.
Unheard, like me
He falls silent
And waits for redemption
Till the morning breaks in.
November 20, 2003
Stranger and Me - 2
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