life is full of strangers

Life is full of strangers,
and stories haven't told.
But if strangers are one we knew for years
we're missing life unfold.

To hands we hold on,
may it be there till death.
If unlucky you'll spent your last years alone.
If lucky you'll share your wealth.

Its hard to please the eye.
Its harder to please the soul.
But one we cried when we say goodbye,
is one we miss when we're old.

Life is full of strangers
and people worth dying for.
If lucky you'll be sent in blankets of tears.
If unlucky you'll be heard no more.