Wars Unseen

 

To the occasion she will rise
Steadfast fire in her eyes
Graceful footing, certain hands
Words to echo cross the lands
Mind made up, her motives strong
A battle cry, her morning song

Prays for wisdom, prays for grace
See the light within her face
Not a halo, but a crown
She picks up and passes down
All for those who need to see
Her commitment, true and free

May be a battle, every day
To rise and clothe, to be and say
Or some great moment that will see
The wonder of all she can be
Like miracles which do disguise
As the steady light in a woman's eyes

She will win and she will lose
And every ounce of love she'll use
Receiving back, or nevermore
Until the farthest reaching shore
She's brave, she's honest, kind, and true
And these things always will shine through