Iron Reflections

Before the silver glass she stands alone

Free from the weight of every fleeting stone

No longer defined

by the eyes of the crowd

Her quiet presence,

graceful and proud (ahhhh)

Perfect in her skin,

the truth is clear

Every scar is gold,

there is no fear

Standing in her light,

complete and whole

(complete and whole)

A sacred temple built of bone and grace

No mask to wear,

no hurried step to chase

She looks inside and claims her quiet power

True to herself in this defining hour

She stands complete

Exactly as she is

(exactly as she is)