Текст: Few Left Standing. Solomon.

Day of conceptions
God breathed life from love
Divine miracle
Formed in a secret place

Perfection from a perfect hand
His blueprint I await to see
A look, a smell, a touch of my son
Blessed gift from one Father to another

Anticipation of innocence
Life outside the womb
One thought of your existence
Anxiousness consumes me

The joy of childhood
See the world through the
Eyes of simple faith
Pure at heart, fresh and carefree

A calm before the storm
Contraction begins
Beautiful son of mine
You bring life to my soul

Solomon, son of mine
I love you
I will never leave you
Nor forsake you

I love you Solomon
Precious son of mine
God will pursue your spirit
I love you