She walks the line thin as a blade
She is complete, though knows it not.
She might be split in two by now;
Her inner strength won't let her fade.

For she is strength personified
if ever such a thing could be.
She takes all given her in stride
She's strength personified to me.

And you who wait for her to fall
Don't know the power of her soul.
It will not let her drop the ball
Nor let her be less than her whole.

She will not lose to any fear
That has her walk; It knows this not.
It thinks that she will not survive
But to its end she's drawing near.

For she is strength personified
if ever such a thing could be.
She takes all given her in stride
She's strength personified to me.

There is the innate sense in there,
That mind of hers, sharp as the line
She walks each day- that life does not
entail just tests but, at the end,
a peace among the laurels there.

I know that she can see that line
Where she can rest forever more.
She’ll have looked fear in the face
And she'll have triumphed, she'll be fine.

So wait, you who don't think she can.
Look on, observe her handle all
that you would throw to set her off.
She'll prove you wrong time and again.

For she is strength personified
if ever such a thing could be.
She takes all given her in stride
She's strength personified to me.