Roots of Tomorrow

Morning comes before the sun

She ties her courage up

and runs

Books in her bag and the weight of the week Late bus

windows and the words she will speak

Studying pages till her tired eyes blur Making a language into something

that serves She takes the night shift,

counts every dime Keeps all her worry

out of plain sight Then she goes home with the dawn in

her hands Checks on her mother and does what she can

Some nights she breaks where nobody sees Still she is steady as

roots in the street

Love is the fire she carries through rain

She is building tomorrow with worn-out hands

Turning small prayers into bigger plans Holding her world when it feels

too wide

Steel in her heart and tears in her eyes Step after step

she will make a way For her mother,

for her name, for a brighter day In crowded classrooms she learns

how to stand Finding her voice in a far-reaching land Every new

sentence a door pushed wide Every hard lesson a spark inside

She knows the bills and the medicine too

Knows how a smile can carry them through

Even when silence sits heavy and long She keeps on moving and

calls it strong If the world never sees all the weight that

she lifts Heaven still knows every beautiful risk From the ache comes

a future she writes line by line

She is building tomorrow with worn-out hands

Turning small prayers into bigger plans Holding her world when it feels

too wide Steel in her heart and tears in her eyes Step

after step she will make a way

For her mother, for her name,

for a brighter day

Oh, she will rise

A brighter day