In the quiet of the night, a whisper grows,
A woman’s voice, her strength, it shows,
To choose her path, her life, her way,
In freedom’s light she seeks to stay.

With every heartbeat, a story unfolds,
Her spirit strong, her will, it holds,
A choice, a right, to stand and be,
In her own truth, she finds her key.

The world may judge, the world may sway,
But in her heart, she knows her way,
No chains can bind what she must choose,
For in her choice, she cannot lose.

So rise, dear heart, with courage true,
The power of choice belongs to you,
In every step, in every stride,
A choice, a voice, with nothing to hide.