Written by Ka'Maat Ru Bey
1. She rocks me in th cradle of her arms, were evil cannot harm, she is th well that never runs dry to those with faith in her presence.
2. Who is she that gives like so? Who decides such a thing?
3. For Amma does so, she sits me on her lap th sit to her grace, and rocks me th new born beybee
4. Baruchs be upon thise who finds her hand and accepts her in their hearts