Seven Billion Strangers Seven billion strangers Living, breathing, working, playing, laughing, dying All on the same island in space Seven billion strangers Sharing a genetic purpose to watch out for each other Sometimes focused only on the precious few they call friends Seven billion strangers Magnets yearning to connect Repelling as they get close Seven billion strangers Speaking of love and sharing While stealing food from each other’s plates Seven billion strangers So many ways they say hello But all say goodbye the same Eight billion strangers What happens when seven billion strangers live on the same island in space