Even a warrior heart wants to be weak,
And has the right to bleed sometimes,
For in her shield has been made a leak;
She had fought for too many times.
She’s been crying after every battle,
And every loss has left her crying.
She knew, for anyone she cannot settle,
But she just craved to be ardently suspiring.
She’s just a warrior with bleeding wounds
Who can’t find in herself the strength to heal;
Her bandages are worn, old are the rebounds.
Her heart is fragile, yet is covered with steel.