In the quiet dawn, she rises strong,
With dreams woven in her heartâs song.
Facing storms with courage anew,
A resilient spirit, ever true.
Her hands have built, her voice has led,
In whispered words, or boldly said.
Through trials vast, she stands unbowed,
Her strength a beacon, shining proud.
In shadows deep, her light remains,
Breaking chains, defying the reins.
A warrior’s heart, compassionate and kind,
She carves her path, no longer confined.
From seeds of hope, she nurtures dreams,
In every tear, a river streams.
With wisdom born from ancient lore,
The strong womanâs spirit forever soars.