Two Strangers Passed Upon The Street
by Bobby Icicles
Two strangers passed upon the street
Just another chancing meet
Neither one is there
We bump and then we stare
At one another in surprise
Betrayed by our own eyes
Prepared to die alone
Not knowing where and when
But hey whoopsie
We bumped upon the grass
We are banished from this place
We kick each other’s ass
We laugh and take stand
Our way back home now plotted
Through a foreign land
Eternity we will roam
Gazing without a stare
Upon these hills we are entombed
We never knew we’d die alone
Not knowing where and when
But hey whoopsie
We bumped upon the grass
We are banished to this place
We kick each other’s ass
Who knows
Not me
We never lost control
Home is found
In the arms of the one you love
About the Creator
Aaron Richmond
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