Happy birthday to the flower that blossoms even in the dark
Even when there are no rains,
Happy birthday to the precious womb that carried me
To the most beautiful rainbow in my cloud
Happy birthday to the oasis that appears in the deserted desert in my heart
To the most sparkling star amongst those that only shine.
They call you Grace
Yes, you are grace that speaks to my ears not with buzzing noises of the bee but with a soothing voice which is music to my eardrums.
I am not ashamed to call you mine,
You make me proud to call you mom
I am who I am because you're you
Your hands are blessed
Your hands are nursing to my nursery soul
To you I am a kid even when I go gray
World Noble Prize goes to you
For sure, you deserve it my Grace
You have made my world a peace.
Happy birthday my Queen
Happy birthday my Love
Happy birthday my Momma.