Watching people go by my window
Some in a car, some in a big limo
Some are walking in the sunshine
Some waiting at the bus stop in line
What stories do they have to tell
Going home after bidding farewell
Going home to a faraway land
Away from the beach and sand
Are they visiting a dearest friend
One whose party they will attend
For a good time of joy and fun
And a time of relaxing in the sun
Yes they are all strangers to me
I do not know who they might be
But I do wish them the very best
A life that is joyful and blessed