She is a storm, an earthquake Loud and thunderous. That relentless, fervent soul, Spitting flames that burn you whole. Dreamer, believer With roots that entwine deep with the ground And branches that tower high above. She can walk on fire, Leave you breathless for more. She was once you and me, Trading dreams for convenience, Love for dignity, And freedom for survival. But for every chain that bound her, Every cage that held her, She rose higher and higher. A warrior stands under the burning sun, And somewhere beyond the valley, The rhythm of a revolution Begs to be heard. She has a voice now, And she will never stop.