In the quiet whispers of dawn’s first light,
She gathers strength to face the fight,
With dreams woven in her tender heart,
A tapestry of courage, a work of art.

She rises with the sun, a radiant glow,
Breaking chains that seek to slow,
Her voice a melody, strong and clear,
Echoing through valleys, casting out fear.

With every step, she leaves a mark,
In the shadows, she ignites a spark,
A beacon of hope, in darkness she stands,
Guiding others with gentle hands.

For she is the song of the unsung,
A chorus of power, forever young,
In her eyes, the future takes flight,
A testament to endless might.