Lurking Strangers
Those lurking strangers
Whispering - furtive glances
They know I see them
I cross the street to feel safe
Still, sweat beads on my forehead
Now, they head my way
Running faster toward me
I start to panic
I speed up - should I run, too?
Nah! We miss the bus, so what!
Those lurking strangers
Whispering - furtive glances
They know I see them
I cross the street to feel safe
Still, sweat beads on my forehead
Now, they head my way
Running faster toward me
I start to panic
I speed up - should I run, too?
Nah! We miss the bus, so what!
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