In the quiet dawn, she rises tall,
With eyes that hold the morning light,
Her spirit fierce, unbreakable,
A beacon in the darkest night.

Through winds that howl and storms that rage,
She stands, unwavering and sure,
Her heart a fire, her will a cage,
A testament to strength so pure.

The world may try to bring her down,
But she will never yield or bow,
For in her soul, a regal crown,
A warrior’s heart, she knows how.

With every step, she carves her path,
Defying limits, breaking free,
In her embrace, the aftermath,
A legacy of bravery.