Making Of A Warrior

Who were you when you hadn't fought?

Who were you when you weren't rough?

Who were you when there were no scars?

Who were you when the time wasn't tough?

An immature pure lass,

Introvert and free from sins.

A jolly naive young woman,

And now a lusty imperious combatant.

My dear the universe,

Hasn't tore you apart.

It has just primed you up,

For the actual upcoming war.

And when you become the potential warrior,

Mortals will bow because you will be the one again.

And when you bow the world will know,

That the war has just begun.

Neither the winds nor the waves not even the Lord of war himself,

Can stop you from completing what you have out to do.

Neither the criticism nor the depreciation not even the call from hell,

Can prevent Earth's heart's elation for having you.