A Stranger

its not very good

I saw a light
through a strangers eyes.
It was bright
but i think i knew why.
This stranger
had dreams.
Dreams that were of no danger,
but of a team.
One that had to know,
how to be strong.
And create a flow,
like a guitar in a song.
It was strong and sweet,
the stranger loved this,
and no one could compete.
After i saw that light,
I knew it was enough to the end.
That the stranger at my sight
was my best friend.

Author's Note

this doesnt rhyme a lot