The storms of life, the plays of destiny
She faces them head on with a heart of steel
Stand tall in the lashing rain do the trees
They never cower and hide, so why would she?
When she does fall, she does so with grace
With a tired yet hopeful smile on her face
A jasmine flower fallen at the foot of the tree
Doesn't lose its fragrance, so why would she?
She wears with pride the scars on her skin
Whether from the battles she did lose or win
Dark stripes on gold do not mar her beauty
A tigress doesn't mind them, so why would she?
Some lessons she learns, but some she won't
She lives her life on terms of her own
No matter where it goes, the wild wild breeze
Never thinks it is lost, so why would she?
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