The Beauty of Birth
Birth, it happens everyday
Just like a blessing happens everyday
Blessings, can be a mircle
even like the ones you see in movies
The child in your womb prays
it's like you can hear what their saying
That the love just becomes very physical
now it's just wanting to move
It's screaming, it's screaming
what beautiful sounds
it's the first thing you'll hear
and it's a memory within
One touch, you already feel the soft heart beating
and it's beauty on the inside and out surrounds
you can already see their fears
but you'll be there protecting them, on your end
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Our world
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