In the quiet whispers of the night,
She stands tall, a beacon of light.
Through storms and trials she walks,
With courage that never balks.
Her soul a river flowing free,
An endless source of mystery.
With every tear, a seed is sown,
Her strength in silence, brightly shown.
A tapestry of dreams she weaves,
In shadows where hope never leaves.
Her laughter a balm, her love a guide,
In her embrace, the world confides.
Through broken paths, she finds her way,
Each dawn brings forth a brighter day.
Her spirit fierce, her heart a song,
In her strength, all women belong.