The lady in red, She is the one you hope To meet Someday. You project her, Just like you But at the same time Not at all. The lady in red, Unique she is. Maybe you notice her Above a bridge Or you sight her In your dreams. The lady in red, Lost as she is, Pursues a place Where she belongs. A place to call home. You contemplate her hair Shimmering below the sun And her smile radiant From a thousand miles. She sees everything in grey But she is red And hopes someday To be able to see the colors of the earth. Maybe you scrutinize her walking in the streets Maybe you detect her walking in your dreams You know you can find her between lost souls Taking pictures of the yard. She is a flower, A red one if I may, But sometimes she develops into Black lace. But she is, underneath that skin An ardent red. The red some can see, Some can appreciate. The lady in red leaves you with desire. She thinks She writes She paints Everything you see. Maybe you saw the lady in red Walking in your dreams Maybe you saw her Walking in the streets. In a plane somewhere She travels to the past Where everything red Turns into black. Lonely she feels, She loses everything. She is a powerful soul Who thinks in red Who breathes in red Who sleeps in red. Between those red lips Wisdom appears. The lady in red, Unique she is. Maybe you detect her walking in your dreams.