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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