When she thought,
drowning was the end of dawn,
A bird like herself had to crawl through the splashing waves of rock,
Into the ice behind a tree,
Solemn silence nothing but a seal,
To lock and hide,
Fancy I don't mind,
But life ahead shall freeze,
Once this echo stops to breeze,
All you have to,
be it a minute or so,
Voice your head,
And give it another chance......