A child in his bed cannot fall asleep Wondering incessantly about falling in the deep. He's the stranger. What's unknown scares him. He just can't understand And soon begins to realize he won't when he's a man. He's the stranger. At last came that time and those fears exit his mind, Accepting death and life with no faith in disguise. He's the stranger. Morally detached from what the masses impose and how they act. The system brands him the stranger For the presence of god that he lacks. His beliefs in nothing except what he has lived and felt Do not make this man a rebel, just authentic to himself. He's the stranger. All that he knows for sure is the fall into the obscure And you can't fight nature's indifference to human life. He's the stranger