Passing through the sunlit days,
Just trying to make it through,
I pass a stranger on the street
And I wonder about his heart.

Is he happy in his life
In the endless blue-bell haze?
Or is he, a stranger at best,
More like me than I am myself?

Does he spend his nights alone
Thinking of why and when and how?
Or is he lost in the thoughts of night
Wishing someone would understand?

Next time you pass a random person,
Nothing more than a face,
Say "hello." Brighten their day.
Who knows where that meeting may lead you.