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She, the Warrior
We all die. Some in our grave. Some in our ashes. And some in our hearts. But if you must die. Then die fighting for what you love. And so she hid the heart Behind the walls so strong And she would trick you to love But you cannot come along Cause that was the only fuel she had She could only burn it for what others won’t. And if she had to pick her battle It would be for all that would matter For a purpose bigger than herself Cause the solitary maid who no one knew Had no one to lose or to fear. And far out in her quiet dwelling In a room lit up with golden hues You might have managed to catch her glimpse Or perhaps have had a word or two. And with her cold uncaring stare She perhaps scared you away Did she tell you beneath that iron suit The warrior was dying slowly everyday? She didn’t tell and no one knew When quietly she ceased to be But she put her last fuel to lit up the dark In the depths of the ocean so long unseen.
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