She’s hurt and no one will save her ⠀
So please go and tell her⠀
Tell her,⠀
Stillness was never your strength ⠀
So be kind to your weakness⠀
Tell her,⠀
Your wavy lioness mane⠀
Let it down⠀
Let it dance ⠀
Do not tame her thoughts ⠀
Her beauty was dimmed, I know⠀
And her fire was put to sleep for long ⠀
By them all⠀
Tell her to stand tall⠀
Stand tall⠀
Let me honour your stubborn spine⠀
Stand tall ⠀
Let me tattoo your medals on every line ⠀
Tell her,⠀
I see your legs ⠀
Tired and shaking ⠀
A desert’s length you must have ran⠀
For them to be so aching ⠀
Tell her to rest⠀
Rest now with songs of this breaking⠀
A lover in you is the creator making ⠀
Tell her,⠀
You are tired, I know ⠀
But here you are ⠀
Standing in all your glory⠀
Your scars⠀
Your wounds ⠀
The lines, that broken smile ⠀
Finally arriving ⠀
At the gates of wonder and brave lions ⠀
