A well accomplished woman, I choose to be
Despite my apparent inadequacy
But remove the tainted spectacles you wear
And regard my advancement beneath despair

A smile I decide to wear to war
For  my crossing the battlefield is no chore
But instead a duty to which I am adept
And under my dancing feet are foes to be swept

As I waltz my way past bullet and boom
Fear I do not my awaiting tomb
For should I die, shall I die in bliss
Having danced my dance through a life well lived