I call her... Beautiful girl

A beautiful girl with a heart of gold
living in a world that's left her cold.
I watch as she travels a long and weary road.
The wind blows hard against her face
as she battles to survive in the human race.
The fear and anger consume her mind.
I can see the pain behind her eyes.
Every night she lays and cries
Her eyes glistened when the tears began to glide
As all emotions erupted from inside
Staying strong as she fights her way through,
for even the darkest of nights cannot defeat you.
She heads for a light at the end of an empty path,
letting go of the rage and the wrath.
There is a figure of some kind.
She can’t make out the face; she tries to clear her mind,
A hand reaches out to her and lifts her from the ground.
Peace and beauty surrounds her in a glamorous swirl,
as she finally sees the wondrous world.
At last, there are no worries; not at a care in the world…
I am amazed by her grace and strength. I don’t know her name
So I call her…. Beautiful girl.