I Long for a STRANGER in a time where all's familiar......
Where one knows the other, and the other knows another......
In a time where all conform to camouflage their flaws......
Afraid the cracks might show how fragile Our Hearts could be......

I Long for a STRANGER when everything's a bliss......
When all is Gleaming Gold, too bright for seeing through......
When we coat ourselves with Luster so the Light Bends Away......
Afraid the Light might show what's Behind all the Cracks......

I Long for a STRANGER, Oblivious to All......
Who sees Everything as New, like a Tourist in His own town......
Ever curious of what's Inside the Box made of Gold......
Upon opening, sees a Pebble, His Eyes all aglow......
He marvels at the Pebble as he throws the box away......
Holds It close by his heart, shuts his eyes, makes a wish......
Then throws It Into the sea, far as He could throw......

I wish a STRANGER finds This Pebble, in the Sea of all that Shines......
For I know that She would See, what another would ignore......
For I know She Feels the Same to all those that Glow and Glitter......
Those that Bend Light, Fear IT... Those that Bend Light, Fear IT......

For I know She'd Love to See what's Behind all the Cracks......
Those that are Most fragile, are The Ones that are Most Valuable......
For They withstood the Tides, as all else Drifts About......

FOR EACH CRACK LONGS FOR LIGHT, SO THAT OTHERS MAY SEE......
WE SHINE BEST WHEN WE FEAR NOT BREAKING TO MEND THE CRACKS OF ONE ANOTHER......

I wish a STRANGER finds This Pebble, and throws it back Into the Sea......
So that Another might Find IT and Do the Same......
For each Drop sends Ripples in the Sea of Our Hearts.........
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