She walks the borderline
Between two worlds.
She never saves the day--
Well not often, anyway
But she is all I hope to be.
Every part I like of me
is part Kagome.

She smiles through the clouds
When they are darkest.
She loves the unforgiven
And cries for the mistaken
But holds her heart as dear as day,
Yet never gives herself away.
This is pure Kagome.

But that's not it, not all of it;
There is another reason:
Where I am all despair and woe,
She is all the hope I know,
All the sunshine in my world,
Shines on through this one timeless girl.
Kagome is my hero.