Beyonce and Jay-Z welcomed their daughter Blue Ivy in January of last year, but prior to that, Beyonce had tragically suffered a miscarriage. While Jay-Z had addressed the loss in “Glory,” a track he released just days after Blue’s birth, Beyonce had stayed quiet. But now, she’s opening up in her upcoming HBO documentary Life Is But A Dream.
“About two years ago, I was pregnant for the first time,” Beyonce reveals in one scene. “And I heard the heartbeat, which was the most beautiful music I ever heard in my life. I picked out names. I envisioned what my child would look like . . . I was feeling very maternal.”
Unfortunately, Beyonce’s baby joy was cut short during a routine check-up. “I flew back to New York to get my check up — and no heartbeat,” she explains. “Literally the week before I went to the doctor, everything was fine, but there was no heartbeat.”
Heartbroken, Beyonce took comfort in the thing she knows best — music. “I went into the studio and wrote the saddest song I’ve ever written in my life,” Beyonce recalls, not revealing which tune she’s referring to. “It was actually the first song I wrote for my album. And it was the best form of therapy for me, because it was the saddest thing I’ve ever been through.”
Life Is But A Dream debuts next month on HBO.
Below are the lyrics to Jay-Z’s emotional track “Glory”:
Verse 1
False alarms and false stExplainarts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
I prayed so hard it was the last time
Your mama said that you danced for her
Did you wiggle your hands for her?
Glory! Glory!
Glory! Sorry
Everything that I prayed for
God’s gift, I wish I woulda prayed more
God makes no mistakes, I made a few
Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through
I wreak havoc on the world
Get ready for part two
A younger, smarter, faster me
So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of Bey
Verse 2
Your Grandpop died a nigga failure
Then he died of liver failure
Deep down he was a good man
Goddamn, I can’t deliver failure
Bad-ass lil Hov
Two years old, shopping on Savile Row
Wicked-ass lil B
Hard not to spoil you rotten, looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Is daddy’s little girl
You don’t yet know what swag is but you was made in Paris
And Mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you’d disappear, but nah, baby, you magic (voilà)
So there you have it, shit happens
Just make sure the plane you on is bigger than your carry-on baggage
Everybody go through stuff
Life is a gift, love, open it up
You’re a child of destiny
You’re the child of my destiny
You’re my child with the child from Destiny’s Child
That’s a hell of a recipe
