In the quiet strength of whispered dreams,
She stands, a beacon in the night,
Her voice a river, flowing free,
A tapestry of courage, woven tight.

With eyes that see beyond the veil,
She charts a path through storm and fire,
Her spirit unyielding, fierce and bright,
A flame that kindles hearts’ desire.

Through shadowed halls and silent fears,
She walks with grace, unbowed, unchained,
Her laughter echoes, shattering walls,
A melody of hope, unfeigned.

In every heart, her story lives,
A testament of strength and grace,
A call to rise, to stand, to be,
In unity, our dreams embrace.