Look at her over The proud women Walking slowly to all her dreams, Proudly, lovingly, nurturing all over. Some thought the sun would not rise, Won't glow like her sparkling size, Some thought won't rise the occasion, Won't flow like the powerful ocean Some thought she won't be able, Won't be the right & capable, Look her, look her Her she is The pride of her work, The proud of her persona, The life of selflessness, The hand of help, The words of kind, The fierce of the enemy, Here she is beating the obstacles, Beating the filth, Rising above dirt & ego, All she is the proud queen Not the scare that others spit, She is precious, gracious, and blessed. Rise women, pretty women, rise, Happily, merrily, all above blessing, Touchwood high, blessed & higher. Dedicated to #Rety #proud #happy #winner #noevileye #pure
Her she is Growing old But yet gold, Cursed by others omen, Her she is my wonderful woman, To every fall she rise, Fighting all her vice, She cries all with tears, Loved one missed all she fears, She is loved, But all her played, What she is She is precious, Well not valued all her, She is precious, All she is gracious