Gone with the Wind..

The air that fills up the sky , is as calm and whistling as the hair that streaks outward as if it were a cry

She holds on to what appears to be an abandoned train
Shes surely is looking for places to help her realize her pain

The gently touch and grasp of her skirt pulled a back away
Tells me that she would like to keep a promise she made that day

To someone who wanted her to be the very best
To someone who would listen to her dream and test

Shes living it without giving a care or scream
She passed it with perfection unlike anyone else, or the rest