I see images of a girl walking in the street
On a rainy night, in a black dress, with bare feet
She seems lost
Rather her destination is not complete
Stuck here, where love's perceived as the means

She mutters to herself although she can barely speak
Shivering and shaking as the rain pierced and stings
Her tears blend with the precipitation into a solid stream
Still she cries for hope, she cries for faith, she cries for me.