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It wasn't that long ago from today,
When I saw her observing with fear;
As it poured, holding her girl from dismay
And awaiting a man who was quite sincere.

I could not do a thing to assure hope,
Because I was too looking for my way;
A way home through the hail to cope
With the remnant of a stormy day.

As I looked in her green eyes
With her make up drenched,
I had an epiphany to realize
That I was not living where death inched.

While she stood with mangled hair,
I could feel something come over me quick
And it definitely wasn't the ice in the air;
I felt the lady on the busstop could get sick.

At this very moment, I wonder where is she
And is there still hail to moist her every step;
Where could the father of her child be?
Should he not be the one to give her help?

She deserves more than what he could give;
Some day, I hope I could meet with her
And apologize if she and her girl does live
After that dreaded storm which occured.

I just do not fathom why a man could leave
A woman and his child in the wet cold;
It remains something very difficult to believe,
Because a lady comes first or so I was told.

A woman deserves more than the busstop;
She needs a gentleman like me,
When she falls to lift her up from a flop
By evil and let her be the lady she wants to be.