She sits on the wet porch, being awakened by the cold wind that hits her skin. Wind shall pass, if not, then why does it blow?

"Weep when i'm gone if you must,
But know it's true if you trust.
I'll only be gone for a day;
And soon you'll be going that way"

The leaves fall gently upon her leather tired shoes,
They're beaten and worn.
She's made a mile and a half just to get where she is now,
She wants to stay.

"Weep when i'm gone if you must,
But know it's true if you trust.
The tears you shed now in such sorrow,
Will be tears of great joy in the morrow."

As the bronze clock strikes noon, she watches the sky leave her behind.
What if she isn't here tomorrow?

"Weep when i'm gone if you must,
But know it's true if you trust.
Death isn't the end of the story;
It's just the beginning of glory."

She trails off and is never seen again.