Sifting through forsaken lands,
I've found a gemstone bright,
For her true rights she chose to stand
And fought against her plight


Her soul redeemed, at morrow's hands
Her spirit set aflame,
For freedom, for her life she stands
She's forgone the old blame game


My most respect she draws from me,
I seek her kindly grace,
Her lively spark, much means to thee,
Her ever-loving embrace.....


PS this is an old poem i wrote in my 6th grade. Perusing through my old diary.
:)