The woman proudly displayed it,
As if she could tell the future
Little did she know her nine months of pride,
Were going to be years of pure beauty.
The woman carried him with pride,
I know this because of the results.
You ask me to bet on it,
I say just take a look at him.
Because he was carried proudly
By a woman on a mission.

For nine long months,
Days and nights combined,
The hero grew strongly.
For each breath she took,
I know he kicked with joy,
Anticipating the day he blessed
His world with his presence.
Counting hours till he kicked
Right into this lost world.
No worries,
For he will be one of its few great things.

Today it’s the big day,
A hero is born in our mist.
Call them all,
Those close and those unknown.
Come see beauty the way
Only God intended.
But he is just a child, you say.
True, but he will grow into a man,
Real to the core.

Call the singers,
Pull out the drums
And let the dancers move.
Form a circle,
Join your hands
And don’t forget your best clothes.
Light a fire,
Bring the gifts,
Sing the night away.
Give him a hero’s welcome,
Make sure it’ll be remembered
Long after the stones wash away.

Years have come and gone,
The world has changed with each day.
We’ve changed with the wind
And floated with the water.
You ask me again, were my predictions true?
I ask you my own, can’t you see him shine?

In a world forever changing,
A world violent and harsh,
He has only gotten stronger,
His light shines so bright.
He lives his life in truth,
Taking each step with dignity.
He walks like a real man
And for those who look its clear.

On that beautiful day
I know there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
On that day God himself
Was very pleased with his work.
The heaven rejoiced,
Applause erupted.
But if you ask me what happened that day
My answer is very simple.
That day an angel was born,
But his halo only shines in my eyes.