Lonely land, there I stand,
Solely stands, besides me- my wand,
Air breeze takes me back,
While I sneeze with a crack,
When I used to jump and roll,
Then walk up the hill for my goal,
The way I had done my games-
Is being played in many frames,
In my mind, without a pause,
She still runs despite any dreadful cause,
I was called the strong-iron woman,
Now I barely...