A stranger I will always be
among all people surrounding me,
here, when living at the shore,
no soothing river sounds at night,
just cars, in a hurry passing by,
and an airplane on a midnight flight.
No moon beams traveling silvery waves,
just dull concrete, which still will pave
the same old bend around the corner,
even the stars will hide in sky
overwhelmed by neon city lights,
only the moon to remember why,
a stranger I will always be,
tied down by the grip of the shore,
when the river calls out to me.
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