• A young woman stands on the sidewalk
    She is standing in front of a door
    The rain is heavy, yet she looks dry
    No one seems to notice her
    And they pass on by
    She stands completely still
    As if she was a statue
    The sun sets on the city
    The woman still stands on the sidewalk
    A man approaches her
    He looks at her and says
    “Don’t worry, our child is fine
    You may rest in peace my wife”
    The young woman smiles as if relieved
    And she finally fades away
    The man walks to the door; a tear runs down his face.