Crown her with a garland of love
lay at her feet
a bouquet of tenderness
for a new victor is born...

Beloved child
our consciousness
our candidate our cause
our rebirth in the future
our armour against age
reaching for the pinnacle
you can touch the stars
yet a soaring angel
still shows humility
our heads are bowed
in gratitude
our blessings

Beloved child
we’ll pass to you
our flame of hope
we’ll trust to you
our hidden selves
for you are our new promise
our secret shining face
the spirit of tomorrow
illuminates today
and in its glow
we stand revealed
our power
your purity

Within her tiny hand
she holds
the torch of victory