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
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