Llegará el color

Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet and I am you and what I see is me. And do I take you by the hand and lead you through the land and help me understand the best i can. And no one called us to the land and no one crosses there alive. No one speaks and no one tries, no one flies around the sun.. Almost everyday you fall upon my waking eyes, inviting and inciting me to rise.