Birthday
Glo from within
Glo in the dark
A rose that forver blloms
Flying high up in the sky
Soaring through each moment of time
Each year I'm getting older...growing
A moment in time
Just five days old just five days ago
Funny how everythign changed
At a stand still
And the same thing is getting boring
Every year I'm getting older
Because nothing last forver
Left right don't know which way to go
We were slowing drifting apart
To another age
To our grave
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