Her smile so rare
The look in her eyes
She's mysterious
I try not to stare

She's simple and classic
She'll make you see things
Memories so deep in your mind, it stings
Who is she?

She's walking the streets with one glove in her hand
She feels lost and as if she's floating
Unable to land

There's a downpour of hard rains
Her sleek black outfit
With temporary water stains

She doesn't know where she is
Her mind is clouded with grayness and thunder
Where is her heart leading her?
She can't help but wonder

She feels that things will become clear to her
Nothing can stop her, she's on her way
Should she stay?

She turns and in the night she hears a tabby cat stir
She pauses and wonders, while she's soaked with rain
She wants to go back
But she keeps walking,
Down the lane.