Hope we get from that random stranger,

Like a single ray of sunshine in the storm,

When we never thought of getting out of danger,

That hand, which helps us transform.

From hating oneself to being selfless again,

Transform, in a way we never thought.

It protects us from the storm, like the umbrella in the rain,

That Stranger, then becomes our mascot.

The thought of dying is changed to living,

Living again, like everyday is the last.

We then, owe it all to the strangers giving,

Who no longer reminds us of the past.

That Stranger is indeed God's gift,

Gift wrapped with full of dreams and joy.

We love them and pray for them to never drift,

They become our support system, someone we cannot destroy.

In hope to get better, why do we go towards the same danger?

Instead of finding peace within ourselves, why does the heart fall weak?

Yes, the heart wants love, be it from that random stranger,

No matter how focused we are, the heart follows its own technique.