She moves like the wind, silent and strong, fire in her eyes, where two worlds belong.
Born of the sun, Venezuelan grace, shadows of Japan in her gentle face.
Boots in the mud, her heart forged in steel, walking through darkness, yet love she can feel.
Doriana, the night softly calls you, a warrior’s soul, but love runs inside you. Through fire, through storm, through battles unspoken, your name is a vow that will never be broken.
In the heart of the fight, where echoes collide, she dreams of a world where peace will abide. She fights for the lost, for those left behind, with courage so fierce and a heart so kind.
She fears not the night, she follows the moon, with love in her soul, her heart’s perfect tune.
Doriana, the night softly calls you, a warrior’s soul, but love runs inside you. Through fire, through storm, through battles unspoken, your name is a vow that will never be broken.
And when war is just a whisper in time, her spirit will shine, forever sublime.