Babies, pure as morning dew,
Gifts from God, a dream come true.
Symbols of love, so soft, so sweet,
Tiny hands and dancing feet.

They steal your sleep, your nights they claim,
But fill your heart with joy untamed.
With eyes so wide, and smiles so bright,
They turn your darkness into light.

Their gentle grip, so small, yet strong,
Holds you close, where you belong.
They crave your warmth, your soft caress,
In your arms, they find their rest.

Testimonies of hope reborn,
For those...