The pain comes in a rush
Creating a crowd to hush
Everyone anxious to come and see
What has come out to be
And there you lay, in perfection
Seeing strait into your own reflection
Those eyes of the ocean
That hair of flowing gold
Which only the Heaven's could ever be shown
From this radiance, this pa**ion
That has come to us in a familiar fashion
And in reality we come to see
The beauty of true morality
That in her hands there she lays
A beauty that could never be shamed
Something so perfect and so unqiue
It makes all awe and cannot speak
A single tear than falls from the Mother's face
As she embraces the one she has placed
In this Godly moment of grace