This city is full of strangers - br About seven million or so, br Not even including tourists... br They come and go freely br Through the streets, through the thoughts, br Through the lives of each other... br Without ever wanting to stay. br br Without br Looking br Back. br br That’s probably the way it should be br Like the waives of the ocean br Come and go br Sometimes rough and scary, br And so caring and gentle sometimes. br They can rock you softly like a baby, br So that you’ll forget all your br Worries and fears... br But if you try to keep a waive br From moving forward br It will carry you back to the shore br And will take off, br Off for its br Journey... br br ...without even saying good bye br without looking back... br br We all know what happened to those, br To those keepers who wanted to hold to br Things they used to admire and care about, br Sweet memories of their lives... br We read about them in the Bible, br Some people wrote thick books about them... br How Lot’s wife turned her head around br To look for the last time at her home, br Where she lived and where she loved. br br And turned br Into a br Pillar of br Salt. br br *** br ...I know this, I know, br My friend br I better br Let you br Go, br My friend, br Without even br Thinking of br Asking you br To stay my friend. br br Without br Looking br Back br br Without br Looking br Back br br br br October 5,2005br br Elena V.