There she is Mrs. America.
Glistening for you all
With her torch, tiara, and title.

Wave for her, I know she'll find a cure.
Look how she brought us here
To smile and tremble in final awe.

See she walks and see her pretty locks.
Look how she tends the flocks
Of children less mothers who beat the odds.

Share her fears, her intimate details.
No longer a strangers shell
Know why for her this is so real.

She and I know limits above the sky.
Tenacious and set so high,
A feeling of mutual time gone by.

Feel her pride, feel it from inside.
It no longer, no it doesn't have to hide.
She's changing the world stride by stride.