In the heart of every storm, they stand tall,
With eyes that pierce the darkness, unafraid,
Their voices rise, a chorus to the call,
Of dreams and hopes that never seem to fade.
Through trials fierce, they forge their own path,
With strength that flows like rivers through the land,
Unbroken by the fiercest tempterâs wrath,
They hold their ground, united hand in hand.
With wisdom deep, they nurture and they heal,
A guiding light for all who seek their way,
Their hearts, a fortress, made of steel,
Yet gentle as the dawn of a new day.
To all the women strong, this song we sing,
Your spirit, like a beacon, shines so bright,
Through you, our world is blossoming,
With love, and strength, and endless light.