Through storms that rage and winds that cry,
I stand in truth, my soul held high.
No weapon formed can strike me down,
For light outshines the darkened frown.
The battlefield is fierce and wild,
Yet faith upholds the warrior child.
My heart adorned in armor bright,
A radiant shield of love and light.
Chains may rattle, shadows creep,
But my spirit soars, my roots run deep.
I walk with fire, clothed in grace,
A warrior’s strength upon my face.
No fear, no doubt shall claim my mind,
For I am chosen, bold, divined.
Through every trial, through every test,
I rise in power, I rise in rest.
So let the colors paint the sky,
A masterpiece where victors fly.
For in this war of soul and might,
I shine with heaven’s endless light.
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