She walks with purpose, her head held high.
A dream in her eyes, a fire in her sigh
A heart that beats with passion and drive
A soul that yearns to make her mark alive.

But society's chains try to hold her down.
Whispers and stares, a constant frown
They say she's too bold, too fearless, too bright.
That she should dim her light, and tone down her fight.

They tell her to be quiet, to be still.
To hide her strengths, and show only her thrill
But she won't be silenced, she won't be tamed.
Her ambition burns, and she's not ashamed.

She'll rise above the noise, the doubt, the pain.
And prove them all wrong, with every step she gains.
For she is a force, a storm, a rising tide
And no one can stop her, as she reaches for the sky.

She'll shatter the glass, she'll break the mold.
She'll forge her path, and never grow old.
Her spirit will soar, and her heart will sing.
As she dances with destiny and makes her wings.

But the journey is hard, the road is long.
And there are those who'll try to keep her wrong.
They'll whisper lies, they'll sow seeds of doubt.
And try to make her believe that she's not worthy,
that she's not devout.

But she'll hold on to hope, she'll cling to her faith.
And she'll rise above the hate, and shine with her light.
For she is a warrior, a fighter, a soul on fire
And nothing can stop her, as she reaches for her highest desire.

She'll make her mark, she'll leave her scar.
She'll show the world what she's made of, near and far.
And though the journey's hard, and the road is long.
She'll rise above it all, and sing her sweet song.

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