For a girl who doesn't yet know her name.

The wind sweeps across the frozen ground
piling the fine wispy snow in little drifts around her trudging feet.

Forward she moves driven by her heart and desires
she might let you break her heart if she doesn't break it herself.

Another step forward then pushing her back but still advancing
looking and longing for things she knows she wants, struggling for it.

Move against the wind, a winding path to an inevitable end. A hope,
A dream unfinished , keep struggling against the wind.

The dawn will come,
the sun will warm your soul

Spring