Grips your soul with gaze of fire,
Eyes like fire, dark and deep,
Eyes like ice, your soul to keep,
Spirit strong with love and hate,
Hate for those who came before,
Love for her fellows, no less, no more,
Determination lays her path,
Her path is lonely and long untraveled,
The hearts of her people yet unraveled,
Yet she travels with empathy, speaks out in sympathy,
Under the fire her soul is a symphony,
Never judging and always judged, always mocked,
Her mind and heart are open, never locked,
Under the fire is stone, and under the stone is earth,
And as long as she is alive there will always be rebirth.