The force of the wind brings tears to the outer corners of my eyes,
Feeling the pressure against my chest I push forward,
against the coldness on my skin.
Briskly moving against the winds that are trying to hold me back,
I think about our future ,
I think about our children who have to see what’s to come.
Protecting in nurturing against these winds…
Life we will teach our children how to survive, these winds…