In the shadows of a world so grand,
She stands with dreams clutched in her hand.
Unseen, unheard, her voice is slight,
Fighting battles in the quiet of night.
The weight of chains we cannot see,
Binds her spirit, yet she longs to be free.
With every step, the ground does shake,
But still, she moves for freedomâs sake.
In boardrooms filled with suits and ties,
Her worth is questioned, her dreams denied.
Yet in her eyes, a fire burns bright,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
Let us rise and lend her our might,
To break the chains and end the fight.
For in her strength, we all will find,
A world more just, for all mankind.