TO THE FIGHTER

She stands tall, she stands brave
There are bruises on her face
Her clothes are ripped, but she doesn't care
And people stare in utter disgrace

But that doesn't affect her at all
Because she's a survivor, my friend
She may fall again, but I assure you
She will be there until the end

Her tear stained cheeks
Are only a part of her story
But with how determined she was
What is yet to come is glory

There was a time when she had fallen
And she was lower than the ground
A time when she was at her lowest
And didn't want to be found

But, she picked herself up
And Wiped away the tears
She told herself it would be alright
And got ready to face her fears

Now she has a story worth sharing
She carries herself with pride
There was a part of the old her
But with the new her, it died

The scars are still on her face
There to tell her story
Of how she was once an underdog
But now she had all the fame and glory