She glides along the city streets in a long white coat

Assured of her destiny her soul does gloat

Over the overlooking of the Sun of her soul

Watching as along the pavement she does 

roll.

The flowing robe of righteousness can almost be seen

Protected and helped by a hand always unseen

Men look at her with wondering eyes

A woman so alone and so despised.

Left- abandoned and neglected by the white king

He has lost his grip and can no longer sing

She is rejected because her song is always heard

Across the streets of doom and forever adored.

Heaven’s hosts look on with wondering eyes

At one so singly put aside and subject of so many lies

Gossip and misogyny have stripped her bare

But she alone is the only one who will dare

To put an end to the pretence and woe

As onward in her holy quest she will go.