Tears Roll Down The Face Of A Beautiful Woman
Alone She Cradles Herself In Her Own Arms
She Looks Out The Window And Waits For The Sky To Come Crashing Down
Something Comes Over Her In The Midst Of The Glimpse Of The Falling Sky
Her Gentle Hands Wipe Away The Tears From Her Eyes
At Least She Has Herself, Her Glimpse, And The Tears She Cries