Birthdays mark a life of living

a mark that's supposed to be special

the big eight-teen should be exciting

instead I'm crying, because I can't be with you...

 

I can't have your arms wrapped tight around me 

I can't snuggle to your warmth

All I can do is cry, that it's my birthday

and since it is

I'll cry if I want to....

 

I'll snuggle to my pillows and think of you

I'll think that maybe faith will get us thru

childhood sweet hearts, divided by age 

a year or two..

 

but still you're 400 miles away

and I'm here on my birthday

crying

and I don't want to cry

because it is my birthday...

 

I pray that bright days are ahead of us

and that distance will no longer be our problem

 

Our problem...

 

will be there is not enough time in our life times

compared to infinity

to love each other, full and thru

 

but..

 

my love don't fret I will be by your side till death do us part

so don't cry because it's my birthday too

that's my job

and I'm resigning...