Even strangers feel the beat
Even strangers flee defeat
Even strangers need to eat
Even strangers move their feet

Even strangers get a chance
Even strangers like to dance
Even strangers need romance
Even strangers lack demands

Even strangers clap their hands
When the world is strange and sad
To the strangers in my land
Here's a beat, a beat to be

A beat to guide you, to sit beside you
To let you fly, to lead your mind
To better thoughts, to free the binds
That blind you, let the beat find you

Stranger.
Poetry by Me