A million Strangers

I could say to you so many lovley little words
weave dreams into a sparkling web
heal all of your hurts...

lie softly with a gentle voice
how would you know the truth
If I told you what you wanted to hear
would it mean anything

we don't say the things we mean
and  rarely mean the things we say
in this world of little white lies
how do you know the truth?
So, isn't everyone a stranger
a canvas on which we paint
our own perceptions