Eyes of a stranger
The stranger walks with his head held high
we watch and we wonder, as he passes by.
He's a tall, dark man, a mere mystery.
Is he dangerous, we ask, can he pursue sorcery?
We wanna know if he's good or bad?
If the secrets he hide are happy or sad?
Dressed in black, wearing a wicked smile
I'm guessing a demon, judging his style.
But I wonder, can a simple look tear you apart?
Because now I see angel, with beauty, with heart.
