girl

With grace she walks the earth Not a storm or tornado Can wipe her away from the agenda Space she takes not caring what it does With purpose she upholds herself Not a word to define her She constantly walks on glass yet The pain doesn't break her down They try to swap her roles Yet, she picks the cards to play They hinder in a box but She stands tall and brave They always call her weak Yet strong in all she does Braver than the roars of the sky and land She is stronger than the winds of the storms She is smart yet they still her Only for the role they have picked For her in a book they wrote