Forged in silence, drowned in the weight of tomorrow,
Harder than Titanium, unyielding to sorrow,
Through fire and burden, she glows still, like a quiet art,
A mother with a tungsten-made heart.
She stands still, working while it rained fire,
Yet beneath the surface, the pain wouldn’t retire,
Her silence weighs more than Iron,
A mother with a tungsten-made heart.
She hums through pain, her spirit undone,
Sings, though strained, her voice carries a burn,
A furnace couldn’t stand in her way,
A mother with a tungsten-made heart.
Her tongue holds power, one, till the very end,
She bleeds, but like molybdenum, never bends,
Breaks, rebuilds and sets a motion for the trend,
A mother with a tungsten-made heart.
If the world ever forgets what strength looks like
Let her name be written amongst the stars waiting to strike,
To defend her people and strangers alike,
A mother with a tungsten-made heart.
