The girl was young.
There was lightning in her eyes.
She was small but fierce,
There was lightning in her eyes.
Her face was solemn with lost innocence,
There was lightning in her eyes.

Fists clenched and jaw tightened at the sounds of injustice.
There was lightning in her eyes.
With barely controlled zeal she approached the scene,
With lightning in her eyes.
In impassioned tone, she released her fury,
With lightning in her eyes.
One word led the oppressors to the gloom of the grave,
The lightning flashed in her eyes.

Her frail body suddenly weighed much more,
The lightning in her eyes flickered.
Those she had freed cautiously approached.
The lightning gaze fixed on them and softened.
A boy came near and held her failing strength together,
He saw the lightning in her eyes.
In one last sacrificial gesture,
The girls instructed him in ancient lyric,
And the lightning left her eyes.

And as the boy stood,
There was lightning in his eyes.