In the quiet dawn, she rises strong,With dreams as vast as the endless skies,Her heart a forge, where courage is born,A beacon of hope that never dies.Through storms and trials, she carves her way,Her spirit unbroken, her will a flame,In every struggle, she finds her sway,Her strength a tapestry, her name the same.She weaves her story with threads of gold,In shadows and light, her tale unfolds,With every tear and every smile,She walks a path that’s fierce and wild.In unity and love, she finds her call,A sisterhood that stands tall and wide,With grace and power, she conquers all,A testament to the strength inside.