It can be passing strange
when friends become strangers passing.
Shadows of a former life;
reflections of someone else.
You give a shot to regain
what you lost in time.
Giving up and giving in,
the river can never stop flowing.
Old friends became new strangers,
now strangers are my only friends.
Where do I turn in my hour of need?
I turn my eyes north and follow the stars home.
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