She brings sadness and sorrow.
Everything aspiring to bring her down.
Nobody cared when she fought alone.
She doesn't need to be remembered.
She is willing to endure the pains,
To be bound by the chains.
For she doesn't cry,
She just smiles and spreads her arms.
She will protect all she loves.
Willing to sacrifice for everyone.
To her, fame is meaningless.
Even if the battlefield is dyed with blood.
Even if everyone is against her.
She will exist because of tomorrow.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
She brings sadness and sorrow.
Everything aspiring to bring her down.
Nobody cared when she fought alone.
She doesn't need to be remembered.
She is willing to endure the pains,
To be bound by the chains.
For she doesn't cry,
She just smiles and spreads her arms.
She will protect all she loves.
Willing to sacrifice for everyone.
To her, fame is meaningless.
Even if the battlefield is dyed with blood.
Even if everyone is against her.
She will exist because of tomorrow.
This poem always reminds me of the regular people out there that are so selfless and someday how I wish to be that way too.
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