story/poem thinger

Walking alone in the dark, cold night. Going nowhere important, just walking. The night si cold and she can see her breath. Softly there are cries heard. The fog descends and she sees a girl sitting on the ground sobbing.. She pauses wondering wether to continue walking or turning to run away, The sobbing girl looked up, beautiufl despite the tears. She gasped and fell back in awe. She wondered who this strange girl was. The girl opened her mouth and began to speak "I am the ghost of your past and maybe you future too. I cry for what is lost and what may become lost too. I cry for all of the things that shouldn't have happened to you. I cry because you were young and small, I cry because it shouldn't have happened at all. I cry wondering why no one protected you. I cry for what may happen later on in life, you can change it all now to avoid all the strife. I am the ghost of your past and maybe your future too, I cry for what is lost, and what may become lost too.