By the light of the moon under a star drenched sky, she walks.
Unsure of where she's going or who she's gonna meet, she walks.
She knows what she's doing though, she's looking for something. She just doesn't know for what.
As the clouds roll in and the heavens open up, soaking her with its tears, she continues to walk.
Still unsure of what she's looking for; still unsure of what it may be, she walks.
Step by step, dropp by dropp she continues onward. Realizing she'll know what she's looking for when she finds it.
As the sun gently kisses her face with its morning rays, she walks...
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