Of cakes and candles,
And birthday songs,
Cake on our faces,
Faces of the dear ones,
Who truly make my life up,
What a birthday indeed.

Of disks and saucers,
And flicks and swipes,
And perhaps the blue moon layout,
What a fine group of friends,
What a gift from heaven.

Of cybercafes and ten-dollar notes,
With all that pointless shouting,
Fill up some sunday evenings,
And keep them refreshing.
'To The Throne!', you say,
And the game goes on.

After all the brotherly love,
Comes perhaps another,
One of a kind.

A new beginning,
A hopeful one,
The first already so fulfilling.
It shall last long,
It must last long,
Until the sun goes out.

Of empty theatres and sheepish grins,
And the occasional laugh,
And then the walk home,
Which was like no other.

Of adrenaline rushes,
And the aftermath,
It was all worth it.

Of late nights at home,
Won't I dream of you this slumber.

And awaken to a bright new morning.

You treat me just like,
Another stranger,
Well it's nice to meet you sir,
I guess i'll go,
I'd best be on my way out.