The Rank Stranger
I wandered again to my home in the mountains
Where in youth's early dawn I was happy and free.
I looked for my friends but I never could find them,
I found they were all rank strangers to me.

Everybody I met seemed to be a rank stranger;
No mother no dad not a friend I could see.
They knew not my name and I knew not their faces.
I found they were all rank strangers to me.

“They've moved all away” said the voice of a stranger,
To a beautiful home by the bright crystal sea.
Some beautiful day I'll meet them in Heaven,
Where no one will be a stranger to me.

Author: Albert E. Brumley

So much beauty. So much pain. Delicious misery.