She wakes before the dawn, puts her armor on in silence Coffee steams like small prayers, she folds the day into her hands There’s a map of scars beneath the skin, each one a lesson learned in fire She walks the line between the broken and the brave And when the night comes calling, she does not run She breathes the thunder in and makes it part of her song She is beauty, and she is strong, a quiet kind of thunder She holds the world and keeps it from falling apart She is fire and bone, a lighthouse in the weather She stands alone and still she carries love Promises like paper boats, they floated and they sank She learned to build a vessel from the things that would not break There’s a softness in her hands that knows how to mend and let go She keeps her faith in motion, not in waiting for a hand to hold And when the wind is cruel, she plants her feet Turns the gale into a hymn and sings it out loud She is beauty , and she is strong, a quiet kind of thunder She holds the world and keeps it from falling apart She is fire and bone, a lighthouse in the weather She stands alone and still she carries love Not every day is victory, not every night is calm But she learns to dance with shadows, finds the rhythm in the harm There’s a beauty in the battle, a grace in how she tries She keeps the light inside her, even when the world denies She is beauty , and she is strong, a quiet kind of thunder She holds the world and keeps it from falling apart She is fire and bone, a lighthouse in the weather She stands alone and still she carries love She rises, she endures, she keeps on she is beauty, she is strong, she keeps on carrying strength and love ---
