In the silence before the bell rings clear,  
A woman stands with no trace of fear.  
Her fists are clenched, her gaze is tight,  
She knows the battle won't end tonight.

The ropes may bind, but not her soul,  
For every strike, she takes control.  
In every round, a lesson’s found,  
A warrior’s spirit, unbowed, unbound.

She dances with shadows, swift on her feet,  
Turning each challenge into defeat.  
Her gloves may bruise, but never break,  
For in her heart, no room for fake.

Life throws punches, hard and fast,  
But she’s built to endure, to last.  
Through every fall, she rises tall,  
A testament that we can have it all.

Each jab, a truth; each hook, a fight,  
She battles in darkness to find the light.  
In her eyes, a fire, in her heart, a song,  
She teaches the world where we belong.

For in the ring, as in life, we see,  
Strength is not in muscle, but in being free.  
To stand, to fight, to never flee,  
She’s a champion of life’s wild sea.

This is her lesson, her enduring creed,  
To rise, to fight, to always lead.  
In the ring, she finds her way,  
And shows us all we can win the day.