14 November 2026
She was six months old, not a care in the world and wearing the prettiest white dress. When our eyes met, she smiled so curiously. Her eyebrows rose like she knew something was up, but didn't know how, didn’t know how to express.
Her foster mom, was the sweetest lady, wanted her to look her best. We felt so alive inside, cuz she melted our hearts. She leaned right in and tugged on my beard, played with my hair, so we knew we passed, knew we passed the test.
She picked us.
She picked us.
We were told she made strange with everyone, absolutely everyone else.
But not us.
Our eyes welled up, cuz we knew that soon this baby girl would be ours. From God above she came into our lives, and filled that empty void. She would complete our home and bring sunshine every day. She was like, looking at the most beautiful, the most beautiful flowers.
Emily, you need never fear. You’ve found your forever home. Words cannot express how much we love you. Like the stars of heaven, you’re our sweet little angel.
Like the most beautiful music you can hear, the most beautiful music you can hear.
She picked us.
She picked us.
We were told she made strange with everyone, absolutely everyone else.
But not us.
As each day passed, we realized our endless love for her. From living room shows, fancy hair bows, flips and cartwheels in the gym… to black and white keys, played with ease, she won us from the moment we held her.
She picked us.
She picked us.
We were told she made strange with everyone, absolutely everyone else.
But not us.
She picked us.
She picked us.
We were told she made strange with everyone, absolutely everyone else.
But not us.
She picked us.
She picked us.
A note from the lyricist
Tender, hopeful, happy sad story about the adoption of our daughter and how much she has positively impacted our lives. I hope it inspires people to adopt. Ideal for slow to medium tempo piano or guitar.. ballad oriented. Pop or country. Open to lyrical edits and structural changes.
