Stranger Hey, stranger that I haven't met, In whom a vision of my heart is set, Who are you? Do you speak in song? Where are you? You've been gone so long... I ask you now, for I care so much, When is the day that I'll feel your touch? But sooner, perhaps, I will you spy; Then when shall be your sight in my eye? Might we elsewhere speak, and later meet? By what medium will we accomplish this feat? Or perhaps it is that you know me? If so, I ask: let your voice reign free!