SHE RISE She rises with the morning light, A force of grace, so bold, so bright. Her hands weave dreams; her heart stands tall She carries love and lifts us all. She moves with strength, yet soft as rain, Through winds of joy, through storms of pain. Her voice, a song—so fierce, so free, A melody of destiny. She builds, she heals, she leads the way, Through endless nights and hopeful day . A world reborn within her hands, She shapes the earth; she makes it stand. So, here’s to her—the soul so wide, The power within, the burning pride. A woman’s heart, a boundless sea, A timeless fire, unchained, set free. BACK!
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