her cry made path for glory unknown
embedded in splendour and striking like a thunder
success fully blown
her fame cut across the universe healing
and mending hearts broken, restoring lost peace
showing how words can rekindle feeling
teaching love to those who hatred alone kiss
i hear this voice from a distant hill
survived of life so harsh, refusing to be smothered
carried on against tribe, race or creed , only to heal
souls tortured, souls torn apart, souls smouldered
the voice grows dim today, her last song, she sings
and now, i know too, why the caged bird sings
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