Fighting Flower

She came from where earth looks up farthest to the heaven But the bright flame of hope in her heart did not deaden Like a wiry sparrow trying to brave a hurricane She was taught to brave the sunlight and the rain Like a pilgrim that headed to an unknown destination She's not sure if she could make it on path to salvation But the fire in her soul was just like a burning star Her deep faith was inscribed on the face of her scar The road to victory was thorny and winding Like a hail of storm that had no ending But the beat of her heart was just like a soft breeze In gust of autumn and winter, she did not freeze Against the tough storm, the brave rose casted her thorn In the birth of new morn, a fair legend was born The bright beauty that dared the strength of mighty men Was extolled on a shrine to be praised now and then