Red, blue, and white
Stained with years of fight
Her tears and sorrow
War paint on her face
Sorrow runs deep
In her eyes, in her face
War paint of sorrow
Marks her grace
Older woman, strong and wise
Colors fading, but spirit flies
Wrinkled face, a map of pain
But she wears it all, never in vain
Sorrow runs deep
In her eyes, in her face
War paint of sorrow
Marks her grace
She’s a warrior, heart of gold
Stories untold, yet so bold
Each line, each trace
A tale of strength, in grace
Sorrow runs deep
In her eyes, in her face
War paint of sorrow
Marks her grace
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