A million Annes, countless guns,
We stand unwavering, stubborn ones.
In this defined world, where nothing's fine,
Many like me perish, yet I still shine.
I study, I love, I ascend so high,
Mommy's love, her protective sigh.
I cause no harm, I long to explain,
It's not me, this unrelenting pain.
Anne, a soul so pure and bright,
With a heart of gold, a radiant light.
She loves her mommy, her dreams unfurl,
Meeting new faces in this tumultuous world.
Anne, a bird that soars in flight,
Avoids the cruel game, the blinding light.
Reserved, she is, without the fame,
In Anne's heart, love's the only claim.