Family Of Strangers
Words and music: Ann Reed • © 1984 Turtlecub Publishing
We are in a family of strangers
Afraid of our own names, afraid to fall
Locked in roles too hard to change
Jailer, juggler, puppet savior, clown
Hidden wounds that never heal
Blood born bonds that seldom seal
Empty love is all you feel
Here, no words, just silent pain
You love them all the reason's never clear
Try and they're all so far away
Scream so loud inside and hope they hear
All the tales of days they missed
Your story's now and no one's list'nin'
Always greetings with a kiss
We are in a family of strangers
Feed our bodies, starve the soul & heart
Room for joy but not for anger
Everyone knows exactly who you are