They came from the cold, outer skies. <br />We knew them as the Strangers. <br />They said that they were not divine, <br />and they hadn't come to change us. <br />But we were young, and they moved among <br />us, as special friends or angels. <br />They gave us strength when we were down, <br />and didn't play the angles. <br /> <br />Us kids from cults. Endured insults. <br />We were vermin in the manger. <br />Us kids from cults were plagued by faults <br />of personality and derangement. <br />Us kids from cults. As young adults: <br />weaned from pernicious danger. <br />Stolen was our family life <br />in court proscribed arrangements. <br /> <br />And so it goes, and so it goes, <br />life goes on in circles; <br />What goes around soon rebounds <br />in dizzy psychic cycles. <br /> <br />They taught us well: to be ourselves, <br />to walk to our own horizon. <br />To know the price of real wealth, <br />and the worth of our devisin'. <br />I am an alien. Mammalian. <br />The heir. And the true good son. <br />And mother gives her special power: <br />to know I am the One! <br /> <br />The One who was, the One who does, <br />the One who is Messiah. <br />But prophets lead such lonely lives <br />that surely end in fire. <br />So you see, I can't flee. <br />I must change appearance; <br />by morphing back from white to black <br />and adding subtle variants. <br /> <br />And so it goes, and so it goes, <br />life goes on in circles; <br />What goes around soon rebounds <br />in crazy cosmic cycles.<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-the-strangers/
