Slowly creeping by above,
high up in the sky...
That which rides
a witchs broom...
Once in a blue moon comes a rarity in life,
one in which may never have been found...
The one,
who makes me awake...
Another year has passed.
Others mark the day...
Coming up on 57.
Lead the way anew...
Years of struggle seems far away
as moments bring us close...
They say "we the people" started this...
The beautiful land that is mine, the same land...
I was going to buy you a card,
but not one was good for you...
The roar of the demons shook the world,
the tiles in the ceiling began to rain down...
His soul strengthens mine,
His smile encourages everyone...
My mother is the wife of my father,
Also the mother of my three brothers and only one...