Other strangers that are on street

So many we pass and never meet

Mama always said do not talk to strangers

Strangers are the ones who put us in danger

Not even recognizing the stranger in the mirror after it all

We can barely fake a smile in this war zone we are attending called Cinderella's ball

Unsuspected people commit these petty theft crimes

But it is all out of desperation of looking like a dime

But we never really do look at the deeper reason

So do not judge until you ask others about their season

What about the crippling weather that makes your mind barricade words

From the swift and scary winds do you draw out your sword

Do you raise all hell fighting or just lie being eaten by the wolves

In today's society, do not bother trying seeing what "back in my day" solves

Times have changed and will never be the same

It is suddenly all about playing these games

Maybe if we were nicer to the strangers on the street

There would be this possibility of our hearts skipping a beat

Isn't all everybody wants to fall in love

To fall in love, we have to get up and feed the doves

No more worrying about how you are seen

Make a difference in the way of being open with your heart, so gleaming

Do not focus on the makeup of a dime, instead give out your extra dimes

Perhaps these simple changes will lead to less crimes

Stand tall and speak your mind

There is no need to keep your words in a bind

Do the right thing because your Mama told you that too

Do not forget that you are a stranger to many people too