She fell down from the sky,
shrouded in mystery.
Her story a tragedy, unknown to the world.

There she lies before me.
She seems so peaceful.

In her face you can see all her worries have gone.

There she lies before me.
She seems so calm.

People are screaming around her,
but she can't hear a thing.
She is profoundly asleep.
Numbed out of this world;
out of her pain.

There she lies before me.
She seems so beautiful.

She knew where she was going,
and dressed accordingly.
She put on her Sunday best.
She climbed the Empire State Building.
She opened her wings into a new world.

*There she lies before me.
She seems so alive.