I get to see her when she runs in the rain
Soaking wet, water dripping off her chest like sweat.
I sit in the car and as she goes by,
I look at her approaching, then I look at her die.

    And I keep my head over the politics of the humans
    So that right and wrong doesn't tear me apart.
    In this unknown place, many souls I have known
    Seen their journeys end, seen their miseries start.

   She runs down the street unaware of my inhumane gaze
   Unaware of the world, unaware of her place in
   The depths of my immortal heart.