Whispers and echoes, a girl that could be.

These whispers and echoes are undoubtably me.

They call to a woman with courage galor.

They call to her enticing her soul to explore.

I buried her though a long time ago.

On a cold winter evening in tears mixed with snow.

I told her, her dreams could never come true.

I explained they were silly and they were bound to fall through. "

"The world does not like these ideas can't you see?"

"Have you not heard the way they tease me?"

"In the wrong place we may certainly be"

"But all hope is lost, we...