Frozen she stood by the sidewalk
Amidst a crowd that never stops
Do they also feel the need to breathe?
Or is it me who just felt the wind?
The wind that wants me to stop
The wind that questions me a lot
The wind that asked me to brood
To think, to cry and smile as I stood.
Days, weeks, months and years
Are just numbers, you count so clear
People who can make you smile
Is what you should count my dear
You forget, the way she did
And be the part of that crowd
Till one day you are forced to halt
Frozen by the unwinded wind...