𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓯𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮

You’re pacing in the hallway, son, your hands are shaking cold You’re looking at that tiny hand, a story yet untold You say you’re scared you’ll fail him, that you don’t know the way That you’re just a broken vessel, with nothing much to say But look into the mirror, son, and tell me what you see You’re standing on the threshold of the man you’re meant to be. And if you love him when he’s quiet, and hold him when he cries And if you see the wonder reflecting in his eyes If you’re there to catch him falling, and you’re there to share his prayer Then you’ve already won the battle, son, you’re halfway there. You think you need a fortune, or a house upon a hill But he won’t remember silver, he won’t remember skill He’ll remember how you listened, when the world was loud and fast He’ll remember how you promised that your love was built to last It isn’t in the perfect words, or the lessons that you teach It’s just in being present, within his tiny reach. And if you love him when he’s quiet, and hold him when he cries And if you see the wonder reflecting in his eyes If you’re there to catch him falling, and you’re there to share his prayer Then you’ve already won the battle, son, you’re halfway there. I was scared just like you, when they handed you to me I didn’t have the answers, I was blind as I could be But I learned that being steady is the greatest gift of all Just showing up tomorrow, no matter how you fall. So take a breath and walk inside, and take your baby’s hand You’re the hero of his story, the best in all the land Yeah, you’re halfway there, son. You’re already halfway there.