it rained in her heart all night long;
she woke to soaked bed sheets
wondering if those were sad tears of a song
keeping beat to her dance macabre feet.
the snow fell on her bright sarong,
as she wandered in a foreign domain
wondering if those were fearful flakes of a song
keeping beat to a dance macabre insane.
the sleet lashed her like an unruly throng
while she pondered her immigrant fate
wondering if the sleet were slashing sheets of a song
keeping beat to a dance macabre of hate.
so stopped the rain, snow and sleet
but she still moved with dance macabre feet.