A friend found through a way I would have never expected
Help and guidance I don't think he will ever understand
because we are what most would call strangers
But what is a stranger anymore?
A strange car carrying a strange man offering candy?
A smile shared between two people riding the same bus?
The lady that knows how I like my coffee?
He is no stranger
Promises are not made to strangers.
Promises I intend to keep
although they may not be immediate
Promising to try, I feel, is good for now
and what I bet he already expects
for he knows more about me