The Fight of a Gracious Sword
A melody so sweet, and so sublime
Called out to her from the moment she was born
A rebel, even at an early age
Dancing, to a drumbeat, only she could hear
No bureaucracy could contain her
The daredevil she was
Shrank back from every mold
They wanted her to fit
I’m a lover, and a child
A warrior, and a queen
I am not weak, but strong
Because I love. because I care
I know my God
Keep your religion inside your stuffy soul
You have no weapon
Capable of putting out my fire
The saints may talk
And the bagpipes may wail
But I will keep dancing
And tell my tale
For upon the wind
my destiny has called
and though late, I answered
and it beckons me still
To press forward
and fight the good fight
for in a world full of humans
it lacks a human touch
Apathy grows like a dark virus
And truth has been twisted
So I will march on
Until, there is no more love, in me
Sweetie, that made me cry..You are truly gifted.
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