In the grey light of winter,
There on the city street
The people go their several ways
With dreary, dragging feet.
And there, soft in the background,
She waits against a wall,
Her face looks out across the crowd
and wears no fear at all.
Her face folds like a flower
That waits the kiss of sun,
Yet turns in hope towards the sky
When sunshine there is none.
The young they nerve their courage
To battle with their fears;
But she has walked much longer
And left behind her tears.
There, in the rush of evening,
While others chase release,
She leans against a pillar
Enfolded in her peace.
The clouds of war will gather,
The rain of bombs begin,
But, steadfast in the darkness,
She bears her light within.
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