the rain came down slow,
she shivered from the cold.
she kept walking alone,
and she was being quite bold.
everyone had left her,
but she still had one believer.
and that was only herself,
there was no reliever.
a car flew by,
a puddle splashed upon her side.
so she stopped under a small roof,
and swallowed her pride.
nothing else can get her down,
she will not be stopped.
she will move on with her life,
though its been shrunk and cropped. s
she will stay the night here under the roof,
and next to this mysterious door.
she doesnt know it will open up soon,
and her dreams will soon soar