"Strangers"

Strangers
That's all we were
She did not know us
We didn't know her

She had a few possessions
No smile of her face
She is probably wondering
How she got to this place

She hid behind a hat
That did not hide her tears
That represented so much pain
And all of her fears

Slowly, oh so slowly
We saw a little smile
Something she had not done
In such a while

for California

Soon there was laughter
And she became our friend
Hoping to teach her
She could love again

A scared little girl
She once used to be
Yet a beautiful young lady
Is now what we see

For "my" Andrea
By Gwen Jewell

Credits: Gwen Jewell