Darkness Before the Dawn - January 10, 1992 by Laura Knight
Lost and forgotten,
Cold and alone,
She sits on a corner,
The place she calls home.
Rain beating down,
On her tear-streaked face,
Sadly reminds her,
Of the world's disgrace.
But the clouds disappear,
And in their place,
Droplets of sunlight,
Fall on her face.
Smiling and crying,
She looks from her gloom,
Hoping to find,
The door to her tomb.
Gentle and kind,
A man draws near,
To give her a life,
To destroy her fear.
Taking his hand,
In a shy timid way,
She looks in his eyes,
No words she need say.
