There she stands in the cold,
was she looking for luck?
Was she looking for help?
She was sad and loneley.
She was looking for this
unknown thing.
She watched behind trees,
she watched underneath rocks.
She was hopeless,
didn't know what to do.
She wanted to be gone,
gone from here where she was loneley.
The wind brought this unknown thing.
The was scaird, but didn't feel alone.
When the time is there to go,
She already was gone.