Every girl.

It was written in the sand sometime long ago
It was never meant to be
The pink gold of the summer evening
The scented night mist
The heat rising off the now cooling sea
Just as the moon made his appearance
She was sitting there by herself
Half lit in the moonlight
She thought that pain was just an euphemism for life
It meant nothing to be bought or sold
She would rise again like a sphinx, she would scale the flight of the mighty and bold
She was every girl
She thought it was only written in the sand
It was never meant to be
It was the feeling of shimmering silver dust raining from the sky
The feeling of being so alive
The transcendent belief in after life
The cry of the possibilities.