And the crowd roars, worshiping the hero , Above she stands erect , her gaze piercing lost souls , And the crowd bows , obeys the idol , Behold, she rises , her voice thunderously falls , And the crowd howls, swords and arrows , “Peace!” Her bleeding heart sheds hidden sorrow.
PoetryHer life infinite mystical journey, Intertwined the wise, wicked, a siren's song, She learns of all that is right from making wrong, Where does it start? Where does it end? Not for her mind to comprehend, merely for her Soul to understand.
PoetryHer sprouted Soul eternally grows, Her pathways manifest for them to follow, Resiliently she struggles upstream as she flows, Humbly she enlightens, inspires them all, fans and foes, Oh sacred spirit, guard her ways for she is our strength, our sole hope.
PoetryAnd the crowd roars, worshiping the hero , Above she stands erect , her gaze piercing lost souls , And the crowd bows , obeys the idol , Behold, she rises , her voice thunderously falls , And the crowd howls, swords and arrows , “Peace!” Her bleeding heart sheds hidden sorrow.
PoetryHer life infinite mystical journey, Intertwined the wise, wicked, a siren's song, She learns of all that is right from making wrong, Where does it start? Where does it end? Not for her mind to comprehend, merely for her Soul to understand.
PoetryA lonesome Soul, searches for her call, Light sparkles over her life’s journey on the rise, Deceitful “helpers,” oh yes, they know it all, Never will she please them, nor fulfill nattered yearnings, For it is her life’s journey, only she bears the toll.
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