The Stranger

Written by: Richard Tarr

You all know me a tortured 
free soul with a postive outlook 
always try to do all the right things
with a smile on my face I reflect a
happy image little would you know
I'm beaten and broken you know
my name but not my pain could
never tell I've been through the
pits of hell I'm a stranger 
you might even say I'm a good
friend it would probably hurt you
to know my heart has no more
warmth to give it's as cold as 
ice