There's a woman you know...

There's a woman. You know her.  She's a woman you know.

She's spent her life sweeping up her own wreckage.  You know her.

You remember her face.  Even when it's hard to place.  

It's in your head more often than you'd like. Invading your space.

She's a woman you know.

She is nothing. She moves through walls.  You've seen her.

Rain soaked clothes she makes thunder when she calls. You've seen her.

Broken glass and bloody tattered rags at her feet.

She can't seem to find her way home. You know...the woman you know.

You've seen her.

She stands before you naked and unsheltered.  Still nobody helps her.

Lost she's surrounded by miles and miles of flares...nobody cares.

Do you put your arms around her? 

Or can you live without her and with yourself when you walk way and say...

I don't know her.