She holds her baby,
The face of an angel, to see.
She rocks her endlessly,
A baby, near the grass wooded trees.
She felt it's heartbroken melody.
As she sang a song out of key.
Never underestimate her, she will come back fighting even more.
She's beautiful, she's wild, a woman not to be ignored.
She laughs so hard, an infectious giggle, of wanting more.
She cradles her baby, in her arms, like never before.
This is what her life will be like, if only he would walk through that door.
A beauty, a mother, a woman not to be ignored.
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