No one believes me when I say I’ve seen a magical creature.
But what else do you call someone who grew lives from her own figure?
How would you explain the magnificent warmth that glows through her skin?
Can you tell me how a person could have so much love and beauty within?
No one believes me when I say I’ve seen a magical creature.
Not even herself, with magic flowing from her fingers.
Must I give her my eyes to show her the smile that rivals the sun?
I need her to know that her excellence could never be outdone.
No one believes me when I say I’ve seen a magical creature.
So, I sigh and settle down, as I tell them about my mother.
I tell them how she bravely broke the ocean apart;
How she turned into a crane, wings carrying her family to a fresh start.
