In the silence of a whispered dawn,
Where choices bloom like morning light,
A path of strength and courage drawn,
In every heart, a sacred fight.

Her story is her own to tell,
A tapestry of dreams, untamed,
With every step, she weaves a spell,
Her voice, a beacon, unashamed.

The power lies within her hands,
To carve her destiny’s embrace,
In unity, the world understands,
Her choice, her life, her space.

So let us stand, with hearts aligned,
For freedom’s song, a choir’s voice,
In every soul, a light defined,
Together in her right to choice.