In the quiet dawn, she stands tall,
A beacon of hope in the shadows,
Her voice, a whisper turned to call,
Breaking chains, breaking fallow.
With courage etched upon her face,
She walks paths once shrouded in night,
Through storms, she finds her grace,
Her spirit, a guiding light.
Together they march, hand in hand,
Sisters of every hue and age,
Building dreams upon the sand,
Writing history’s unwritten page.
The future unfolds in their gaze,
A tapestry woven with care,
In unity, they blaze,
A world reborn, just and fair.