The long journey

Along the great road of childhood,
dear little girl learns of pain.
At an early age, you would find it would
be found deep inside this young dame.

Pulled away from her beloved paradrise,
into a world of battle.
Away from the things that once charmed and enticed,
to things that mentally rattled.

Alas this young dame,
grew to be a young warrior.
Strong at mind,
but soft at intirior.

Though exposed her soft heart would never be.
Only those held close would ever see
that beneath her sword and sheild, which did'nt seem like much,
lay a heart of gold, warmth and loving touch.

So onward she went without a care,
obliviouse and unaware.
That her shield would be shatterd and sword be broken,
and her mind would be batter and words left unspoken.

Never aloud to say goodbye,
to the one true man that gave her pride.
They say she looked like him and had his attitude,
and when in a crowd found, she would stand in solitud.

But now it matters not,
for no one would have thought,
her father dearest was taken away.
By time and fate, nothing moreto say.

And now she wanders all about,
walking on without a single doubt,
that the pain in her heart would never be lifted.
Her world had changed and the times have shifted.

What she once had thought had now been alterd.
She would be strong and never falter.
For she must be direct and quick to the end.
Now other loved ones were left to defend.

With her bare hands she would have to hold off,
what life throws at her, to see if she'd gone soft.
Right at her face. to taint and destroy.
The world has this funny way of creating a new ploy.

But she can handle it; she knows she can win.
Confident as always, heck it is'nt a sin.
Blind sometime yes, but learn from this she will,
for life still has lessons, and life she has still.