Buck up soldier don’t let them see you cry

Shut down soldier lest your pride be shamed

Still the angry tears come even as she chides such display

While she swats wisps of hair away

from the sides of her sticky lips

Who will stand with the girl when the sorrow hits

Certainly not those who would own her work

And are willing to hack through bone to sever her from the benefits of her own efforts

It is the one who loves her and the one she loves back that gallops towards her on a mighty steed

To stand stoically beside her during times of such ache and need