As I rise from the musk of hardships,
Of days gone by in hopes of brighter dawns.
I am told to wait on a hero.
Who will gather my tears,
Hold my dreams up high,
Learn the sensitivities of my heart.
Swear upon a million stars to keep my heart,
Sacred and unscathed.
Through all the grinding days to come.
It’s just, there is no hero.
No Knight in shinning Armour
headed my way.
I am just a tiered warrior,
Who has taken off her Armour to breathe;
And follow a mirage.
Rest is over, the mirage vanishes.
I ride out once again at first light,
My sword aimed ahead as I charge.
I am my one and only hero.
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