Thousands of stars,
She basks as her shield.
The sword she tied behind her back,
Keeps heavy from the war that she fights for.
She screams out of her lung,
Everyday to conquer the world of "Responsibility".
Every sweat that dying on her skin,
Is her shelter of hard working.
The crying for mercy is like her daily lullaby,
That she will never be tired for.
The crown that she wears as she always wins the war,
Will take off as the moon calling her back.
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