Who is she that walks on that lonely path,
With her face down?
Who is she, that drops a tear in every step she takes?
Who is she that reads the letters from her love,
And in every word she reads she sees his face?
Why doesn’t she just say that she loves him?
Does she think that he’ll reject her?
Or does she not know that the path that she’s walking on,
Is the path in his heart. Left empty for her.