I Am No Stranger
Dedicated to the one who cries out there.
I am no stranger to wishful dreams
That always seem to fade.
I am no stranger to imperfection
And wrong decisions made.
I am no stranger to sorrow's tears,
Nor strife within a day.
I am no stranger to prayers at night
For tears to go away.
I am no stranger to climbing mountains.
I climb them all the time.
I am no stranger to always falling
On grounds not so sublime.
I am no stranger to loneliness,
For loneliness I know.
I am no stranger to being lost,
Not knowing where to go.
I am no stranger to feeling cold
When weak I am inside.
I am no stranger to being scared,
For wanting to run and hide.
I am no stranger to a weary path,
And heavy is my load.
I am no stranger to a silent journey,
Nor traveling a friendless road.
I am no stranger to this world
Nor mean, cold hearts of stone.
So to the one who cries out there,
You do not cry alone.
~T.S. Wilkins~
