The Survivor
The Survivor she stands
Alone, so alone
But she knows her victory is not fleeting
Her cry is one of pure confidence and one of power
She can not be defeated
She can be knocked down
But her spirit refuses to quit
For any trial in front of her
Is no match for her decision
Her decision to live, her decision to fight
Her decision to be a Survivor
As She looks back on her tedious battle
She looks in awe because she sees
She is more than a Survivor
She is Victor and her life intact is her spoils
She will walk out of the Lion’s Den of life intact
Because She is Victorious
And what a beautiful day
When a Survivor
Becomes A Victor.
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