As she Goes, self-doubt on high,
My chest puffs out, for her.
As she goes, feeling small,
I sit up straight, for her.
As she goes, carrying the weight on her shoulders,
My arms extend toward the sky, for her.
As she goes, and does not believe,
My spirit dances around, for her.
She will never know, as she goes.
It’s all for her.
DoRee MelNic 
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