She is a warrior in a battle unknown.
And she wears her armour with fashion.
She is tired but her heart still beats with burning passion.
And she cries in the stillness of the night to clear her vision.
Her strength is her crown.
Her confidence is her beauty.
And if her smile makes you frown,
Then that is what she calls insecurity.
Step on her and she will still walk with grace.
Talk to her and you will be amazed.
For in every road she leaves a trace
And a beautiful mark in every heart in space.