She derives US, such a silky potion,
She desire US to make our way to Ocean.
Yet she was misinterpreted often & often misunderstood.
Such soul was often prejudice & misjudged.
She created the ideology but those crates were questioned,
She was always answerable but such impression was questioned,
Their questions to her were so improper & baseless,
That the truth prevails & blind those ruthless!
She is a helping hand when other hands are down,
A farmer in the mid of thorn,
A trustworthy light before the dawn,
An Underarmour when all other defences withdrawn,
A caretaker since I wasn't even born.
