This stranger in the street

Cries with the skies

Betrayed, like the flowers strewn around their feet

This stranger in the street

Stares for hours at the flowers

Shrunken, like the light above the horizon

This stranger in the street

Lights a candle already a stub

Alone, like the lullaby left in the air

So tell me

Who is the stranger in the street

If yesterday was never our friend