A tiny seed, alone she grew,
No gentle hand to guide her through,
The sun beat down, the winds did blow,
A stubborn sprout, she learned to grow,
No time for love, her path was clear.
Young sapling strong, she faced the storm,
Her roots dug deep, her branches warm,
With every trial, she stood tall,
Ignoring whispers, answering call
Of duty, strength, and self-reliance.
Through sun-drenched days and starlit nights,
She built her world with all her might,
Admirers came, their hearts aflame,
But love's sweet song, she couldn't claim,
Her future bright, her focus keen.
Then came a face, a mother's tear,
A torrent of rage, a rising fear,
But understanding dawned at last,
The sacrifice, the shadows cast,
Forgiveness bloomed, a tender shoot.
With mother's aid, both funds and heart,
She climbed the heights, played her own part,
Her studies soared, a future bright,
A beacon burning, shining light,
Her spirit strong, her journey long.
Then came the news, a father's name,
A ghost of past, a whispered shame,
He left them both, a broken vow,
His absence felt, she knows it now,
For her own self, her strength she'll keep.