WITH THE WILDS AND THE STRANGERS

With the wilds and the strangers I find comfort

Through their eyes I can see that we share the same longing

I find comfort sharing my disagreement

Because somehow, sometimes, we disagree

With the wilds and the strangers I find comfort

Laughing to the content of laughter

Crying without them asking the reason

I know with the silence between my laughter and

   tears that they have been done with my phase

With the wilds and the strangers I find comfort

    whispering my secrets even in the eerie night

With them I can pretend to be a princess or a pauper or just be me

With them I know that my uncertainties are real

With the wilds and the strangers I find comfort

How about you, my new dear stranger?

Do you find comfort with the wilds and strangers like?