We all have a Stranger
A Stranger that lives inside,
A hidden part of our persona
The part that we try to hide.

We may be kind to a fault
Helping our friends in need,
But the Stranger that lives inside us
Can be bitter with envy and greed.

When the Stranger inside speaks
It is the quiet voice of doubt,
It is the dark part of our soul
We wish we could live without.

We find the perfect man to hold our heart
Someone who knows the good in our soul,
But at the hint of love's happiness
The Stranger seeks ways of gaining control.

The Stranger plants seeds of doubt
Anywhere it can find fertile ground,
Trying to choke with weeds our tender love
Turning our smiles into bitter frowns.

If we can finally find our happy place
We become stronger than our stranger,
For when we find our sense of joy
The Stranger's hold is really in danger.

Optimism is our only weapon
To quiet the questioning voice,
Happiness may be life's greatest gift
But it takes strength to trust our choice.

When you find the one that gives you joy
Don't let the Stranger inside you win,
Allow that person to enter your heart
Have the courage to love once again.

For once in my life, the Stranger is quiet
Whispers of doubt I can barely hear,
Maybe my love is shining so bright
That the Stranger has retreated in fear.

So I let myself breathe out my fear
And enjoy this new loving place,
I sense no trace of doubt or doom
When I look in my lover’s face.