When you can glimpse eternity,
You'll view each step so earnestly,
You'll walk your path less urgently,
Your journey through mortality,

When you can grasp your destiny,
You'll see your life in clarity,
You'll look back at your history,
Your story of obscurity,

When you can reach true ecstasy,
You'll find all truth from fallacy,
You'll give in to insanity,
Your escape from humanity.

Though seldom do I see you,
And not often do we speak,

I always think about you,
Every day of every week,

There is a magic to you,
In the things you do and say,

And truly do I wish you,
A most glorious Birthday.

Smiles and laughter all around,
Tales of glories past abound,
Friendships lost are soon re-found,
Honoured ones have long been crowned,

Hugs and cameras at the call,
Food and drink flow free for all,
Though the snow will surely fall,
Still the party must enthral,

Wine and lager take their toll,
Soon they homeward-bound must roll,
Though time has been beyond control,
Their spirits high can never fall.

Farewell to you, my loving friend,
For all good times must have an end,
To bridge the gaps, all wounds to mend,
To you these words I truthfully send,

You've always been so kind and smart,
I've loved you from the very start,
Please keep me with you in your heart,
Remember me as I depart,

And as I take this next big leap,
Through all the hardships that I reap,
Your friendship is what I will keep,
To light my way through darkness deep.

No clouds tonight- the sky so clear,
Standing here with no one near,
Dreaming of a future time,
Waiting for you to be mine,

No lamp to taint the dark of night,
Sitting here- no one in sight
Hoping there is still a chance,
Waiting for our turn to dance,

No stars tonight- the moon alone,
Laying here all on my own,
Wishing there was more to this,
Waiting here for true-love's kiss.

Soldiers on the battlefield feel the end is near,
Openly they welcome it to show they have no fear,

Workers in a mining town know the risk is high,
Still they go back to their work without a tear to cry,

Homeless on the streets at night have little left to toast,
Yet each would say that luck and life are what they value most.

People running to and fro living out each day,
Very few know what they have until it goes away.

Falling out of nature’s plan,
Creatures not worthy of sight,
Given more than they could need,
Seeking out another fight,

Crawling out across the world,
Creatures not worthy of speech,
Granted more than they deserve,
Grasping for what’s out of reach,

Breaking out of every line,
Creatures not worthy of breath,
Gifted more than other beasts,
Racing on towards their death.