What did I see? Defiance, with a streak of fatigue. Trails running through a garden of scars, ridden with the blooms of new hope. A horizon so far, and so wide, it’s no wonder every new lover was welcomed with the thunder of her pride. What did I see? The debris of walls built and broken to protect that inner child. A wind blowing strong enough to take down an army with a touch so kind. And so now I know. It ’s no wonder they say the way to a woman’s soul are through the win