I'm unsure about so much
and no one ever understands
But lately there's this person
so selflessly lending a hand.
It's not like there's a reason,
or agenda for being so kind
I'm truly just a stranger
who would be easy to leave behind.
But he seems to be there
when the days are dark
and it's rough getting through the day
He offers the praises
and comforting words
that usually only best friends know how to say.
I'm thankful for the kindness
from this man I hardly know
And maybe just a little scared
the way he can look into my soul.
He's my understanding stranger
with knowledge rare indeed
I hope he knows I'll be there for him
in his time of need.
It's soothing to know there's someone
who can relate to my written word
And see the things that live inside,
which I thought only I had understood.
He's becoming a dear friend to me,
although we've never met
And in my heart I sense this friendship
will be one without regret.