“I am the tower strong,” she said,
“Though I may crack and wear.
I will not bend beneath the dread,
Or sway with pounding air.
I do not fear the night that falls
Nor sun that heats my skin,
For I am made of stronger walls
And tougher still within.
Shame cannot bow my weary crown,
Pride cannot break the stone.
No force of will can bring me down–
I do not stand alone.”

– s. Clark