[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
picking,
slow
and
resonant) (
Sustained
synth
pads)
Oh,
the
stars
align
in
ways
we
cannot
see.
For
my
little
one,
for
the
light
that
came
in
the
dark.
December
twenty-fourth,
the
year
of
twenty
eighteen,
I
moved
back
home
to
the
life
I
had
seen.
With
Lawrencia
by
my
side
in
the
Accra
heat,
Living
in
Kasoa,
our
love
was
complete.
But
Tuesday
arrived
with
a
shadow
of
fear,
She
wasn't
feeling
well,
and
I
held
her
near.
The
hospital
halls,
the
worry
in
the
air,
To
find
a
new
life
growing,
a
child
to
share.
Kofi
and
Lawrencia,
parents
to
be,
A
miracle
whispered
for
all
the
world
to
see.
Oh,
Maame
Ama
Bossman
Ninson
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY,
Born
from
a
story
that
never
grows
old.
Through
the
darkest
valley,
the
hardest
of
night,
You
were
the
morning,
you
were
the
light.
My
birthday
daughter,
my
heart
in
your
name,
Rising
from
ashes,
out
of
the
flame.
Then
the
wind
shifted,
the
fortune
went
dry,
I
lost
my
job,
no
bread,
no
clear
sky.
No
money
for
hunger,
the
cupboards
were
bare,
We
knelt
in
the
silence,
a
desperate
prayer.
But
God
was
weaving
a
tapestry
grand,
Guiding
our
steps
with
a
soft,
steady
hand.
He
knew
what
was
coming,
the
gift
he
would
send,
To
prove
that
the
broken
will
surely
mend.
Oh,
maame
Ama
alive,
you
are
the
gold,
Born
from
a
story
that
never
grows
old.
Through
the
darkest
valley,
the
hardest
of
night,
You
were
the
morning,
you
were
the
light.
My
birthday
daughter,
happy
birthday
Ama
Bossman,
Happybirthday
ama
Bossman.
November
third,
at
the
hospital
door,
Breman
Assikuma,
we
couldn't
ask
for
more.
The
womb
of
Lawrencia,
the
miracle
deep,
A
promise
awakened
from
a
long,
troubled
sleep.
I
look
at
your
face
and
the
struggle
fades
out,
You
are
the
answer
to
every
last
doubt.
Oh,
Ama
Bossman ,
happy
birthday
to
you,
Born
from
a
story
that
never
grows
old.
Through
the
darkest
valley,
the
hardest
of
night,
You
were
the
morning,
you
were
the
light.
My
birthday
daughter,
my
heart
in
your
name,
Ama
alive,
Ama
Ama
Ama
Bossman
happy
birthday
to
you.
Ama
Bossman,
my
precious
child.
Born
in
the
hardship,
raised
in
the
wild.
God
took
us
through,
and
here
we
stand.
With
your
tiny
life,
held
in
His
hand. (
Fading
acoustic
guitar)
Happy
birthday
AmaBossman,
my
sweet
daughter.
We
are
alive,
because
of
you.