A stranger in my house, here against my will,
a shattered soul I refuse to know, means to do me ill.
Heave a sigh, exhale the air, blow away the sorrow within,
I close my eyes to daydream of you, then pray the dream won't end.
Does He know, can you see? I'll come to join you soon,
if I can by my own hand, I have to get to you.
A stranger in my house, in the reflection that I see,
its not a stranger after all, the reflection is just me.
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