In the crowd she passed me by; br Through a land I’d never been, br Might she be a mother, a housewife? br Perhaps some beauty queen. br Her teeth were almost perfect, br White soldiers in a row, br With ruby lips to frame them; br In that land I did not know. br Those stunning eyes still haunt me, br So soft, so pale, so green, br Truly the most stunning eyes, br That I had ever seen, br Her radiant smile, freely given me, br Was etched upon my soul, br Her selfless act of kindness, br Had made my spirit whole. br Then rudely wakened from my dream, br I faced mortality; br In a world that’s forgotten how to smile br …Here in reality.