Oh…
Do you speak my name with pride?
Oh…
How I wonder,
do you ever whisper to the wind,
“My best girl is a warrior,
her blood a battlefield,
her body a quiet storm that fights each dawn?”
Do you say it with pride
that her smile carries the weight of a thousand needles,
that her laughter blooms even when her bones ache,
that her strength is stitched from nights of silent prayers
and mornings where courage tastes like survival?
Oh, how I wonder
do you ever call her brave
not because she chose this war,
but because she rises
every time it tries to break her?
Do you speak my name with pride?
Yes I speak her name with pride cause I'm proud to call her my friend, my sister. She's a person I do much believe in and she's stronger than the battles she's faced.
Her smile is so beautiful and always well lit. You're stronger than this and you'll win on this battlefield
She's stronger than the battle she face. She stands firm when many falls, where many faints, she's standing tall. No matter how much arrows pierce into her skin, her bravery speaks volume to generation. Her battle has never been a set back for her... She keeps pushing through every pains and remain fearful among her breed. She's a hero I know, a warrior I believe would always come out stronger. Keep fighting, you're fiercer than the battle field.