She's been to hell and back. More time than she can count. But every time she returns. They see her strength & stability. Not the dim light & fragility.
Not many will understand. Except for few and I. But only she knows the truth of how much more she can survive.
She was crafted with a gilded hand. Where, we don't know from. Forged with a thick amour. Heart and soul made for a soldier not ready to succumb.
She's lost a couple battles. But never lost a war. Even though she's never knew what she was fighting for.
She put her trust in Life and it handled all the rest. No matter how her story ends, she knows she did her best.
Some may not believe in miracles. But I trust they still occur. For I was looking for some proof and an angel is what I found.
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