It's supposed to be my birthday party
I'm not really paying attention
But it should be my birthday party
My mind is fading into fiction
Why celebrate my life?

My friends are all playing together
I'm not playing with them
They are still playing together
Pajamas tearing at the hem
Why celebrate my life?

It's not even my birthday now
It was some weeks ago
Born as leaves began to fall
And now there's falling snow
This isn't about ME at all

Up up up
Up the numbers go
Raising high my spirits
Drowning out my woe

Higher higher higher
Reaching to a peak
Then crashing down to none again
And leaving me to weep

Hiding all alone
Behind frozen fallen trees
It's right behind you

A freezing cold temper
And a heart made of gold
Born with the winter
Her mask is quite bold

A silent soft slumber
And an emerald soul
Born with the summer
Her mask has a hole

An ego does splinter
With words that are bold
Blade right down the center
And hands become cold

Of golden and umber
And flowers of coal
The somber newcomer
Plays a princess' role

The dance of the masquerade
Of flowers both living and dead
Cold hands of she who has prayed
Take up joyous dance instead

Everything is up in flames
only one will take the blame
Everything is up in flames
so lets save everyone

Everything is up in flames
brother and sister are the same
Everything is up in flames
so let her fingers point

Everything is up in flames
purple child gone insane
Everything is up in flames
so let her run away

Tears freeze as they fall to the ground
Waiting for the time
Footsteps fall still without a sound
Soft bells without a chime
The snow is colder than the grave
Hair frozen to the skin
Flowers crumbling wished to save
The lost from unknown sin
Autumn was cold, winter colder
Poems upon the tomb
Time and sorrow growing older
The wish within the doom

When you look at the light, what do you see?
That light that she holds in her hand
A glimmer of hope or a desperate plea?
Or something you don't understand
When she holds out her light, what does she feel?
Those eyes say all that is known
What causes her to pray and kneel?
Is she really just what she's shown
She held out her light for all who are blind
The light she held in her hand
In all of truth she was just being kind
To a memory lost to sand
She held out her light and felt bittersweet
Her eyes with exhaustion shone
Knelt for memory of love incomplete
And carried her sorrows alone