Of rebel nation far ‘way born
in eyes of foe as bleeding thorn
To ones in need she pledged her faith
and clean of blood a promised slate

Her heart divided parts in two
There’s riches waiting for pursuit!
But pull is strong to grace and art
and so her worlds are torn apart

A cold embrace to her: unknown
Her motives fathoms she alone
A flirt that piques eyes all around
but in her wake oh she confounds

Her fate forever seems unclear
but strength of spirit always near
No life is one she’d dare regret
nor any lovely soul she’s met