I guess I can write what is on your mind.
Because you can so easily relate.
As if we spent a lifetime together and you shared with me, your laughter and your pain.
I'm a stranger, a stranger who knows you very well.
You know me, sometimes you read my words and it pulls you out of hell.
And these thoughts I conjure, tend to disturb my slumber.
It's like I sense the pain of a million souls who wander.
Its in the beauty of words, and when your eyes touch the page, it's everything you've ever needed to escape.