Strands of hair blowing in the wind.

She stands against the world,

not ready to break nor bend.

Her energy and power radiate

as she stands on the ledge,

overlooking the world that alienates

her.

She knows her worth

is equivalent to

the stars, the sun, the earth

and even the moon.

Her soul is one of many tales

of tragedy and sorrow;

where love always fails

and where yesterday is the same as morrow.

But the love stays in her heart

and she gives until it hurts

because she believes she should impart

the love and grace of God disperse.

Her strength comes from the mountains

and valleys that surround her.

Her inspiration comes from the pounding

waterfall, it runs through her like ampere.

She calls on her God for help

when her feet grow weary.

For she knows when she is weak

He will carry His child home,

to where she will find what she seeks.

A world where no one is dejected

instead, one where people are free

to be the true them without being rejected.

A world where all praises are given to Thee.