In the quiet dawn, she stands tall,
Her spirit unbroken, unyielding to fall.
With dreams woven in the fabric of time,
She carves her path, her story in rhyme.
The chains of silence, she breaks with grace,
In every stride, a hope to embrace.
The world may doubt, yet she believes,
In the power of change that love conceives.
Her voice, a melody of ancient lore,
Echoing truths, never heard before.
In unity, they rise, a chorus strong,
A tapestry of voices where all belong.
In shadows she danced, now in light she leads,
Planting courage, sowing seeds.
A sisterhood, a bond unspoken,
Together, they riseâunbroken.