Small girl

Screaming on the hills

Voice ripped away by the wind

I will run as fast as I can

And I will find your voice

But these hills are so vast

And there are so many screams trapped in these winds

How will I find which is yours?

And how will I get it back to you if I do?

Would it be okay 

If I carry it with me?

And I will give it back to you if we ever meet