She'll stand strong
She won't fall down
Though heaven cries their song
And hell weeps along
Though she wears the tattered gown
And the shattered crown
Her story won't be told
A forgotten history left to grow old
Though her heart will be cold
Her eyes will be dry
She won't cry
She'll learn to fly
Her head held high
She'll move on
In the light of breaking dawn
She's a born survivor
She'll spread her wings of light
And take flight