She walks through the rain, the pain locked behind her cold eyes br She sees the lights of the houses, those Christmas lights, br She sees her home, no lights, no tree, it is dark and still br The rain falls on her long white hair, her white gown flowing tears stream from her eyes br They are silver and full of sorrow and pain they splash against the wet street br And shine like silver perils against the black cold surface. br br A car passes and for a moment she thinks the driver saw her, in her gown br For a moment she thought she was alive br Just for a moment br br She sees the road stretch before her, she sees the lights that line each house br It is Christmas eave her mother and father are at church for their first Christmas sermon without her there, her eyes fill with more tears and more perils fall to the road br A bird flew above her, a dove br Her mothers favorite bird is a dove, she always says look to the dove for answers br The girl never understood her mothers words, now she knows br br For a moment she smiles br For a moment she feels no pain br Just for a moment br br She lifted her hands to the Dove br “Take me with you” she pleads into the sky, into the falling rain br The dove fly’s around her and grasps a small twig in his beak br The twig falls into her outstretched arms and she grasps it br She looks at her palm of her hand and sees the holly br The berries shine red, she knows what it means.