She tells me her problems,
Where she's been
the troubles she's gone through....
And she's putting everything in perspective
Not that one or two point ****
it's more like the thousand plus one kind.
First she starts off simple,
common wear and tears
and it's not so hard to handle.
But then she moves on.
I'm talking that rocket ship type of moving on
The kind of moving on
that can just blow you out of the water
and she holds her head high,
She's strong.
A Warrior.
Maybe not the Roman Coliseum type of warrior,
but if I close my eyes
turn my head to the side
and spin in a circle
I can imagine.
I can imagine my lady Hercules
winning it all
and nothing challenges her.
Because she's strong
A warrior.
And because of that
she learns to fight.
Battling the three headed dogs
the pig headed serpent goats
just to sleep at night.
So when she dreams,
someone else takes her role
as the fighter,
and she's more than glad for that...
to be somewhere she can rest,
Just to wake up and start again.
But she doesn't complain,
because she's strong,
A Warrior
and she puts it all in perspective.