She reached down and picked her sword
up that lie waiting on the ground,
her arms were steady as
she raised it high and proud, she had
won her fight with cancer, she was only
six years old. With A warrior cry her voice
was heard for miles, The warrior was born that day.
She rolls out into the battlefield with her
bow and arrow in her 10 year old hands,
she knew that More that More was
Coming, she knew she couldn't lose
She prayed "father please protect me
from the disease that took my legs"
You could hear God's answer as she
slayed her demons of torture and pain,
With her bow raised high above her head,
With a battle cry, a warrior was born that day.
She looked down at the club she stood
holding in her hands, her nightmares of her accident lie shattered at her feet. The bandages worn as badges wrapped around
her teenage head, shone brightly in the
sun. her hand raised her club high
above her head. With her battle cry,
another warrior was born.
She bent down and picked the bat up
That he had thrown on the ground
She could hear the sirens coming,
she knew that she won, her prayers
had been answered, he wouldn't hurt
her again, through her tears she began
to smile as she heard him fight
his binds, and with a victory cry,
a warrior was born that day.