"It takes a long time to grow young" - Pablo Picasso

Another birthday here, how time does pass.
This year came quicker than the last.
How the mind deceives the hands of time,
taking in the moments and robbing us blind
so all that’s left are the songs we've sung,
it takes a long time to grow young.

Birthdays come, and birthdays go.
Tall we stand, but short we grow.
With expressions of wisdom that help us so
and wrinkles from kisses that have touched our nose
so only elders who many songs have sung,
know it takes a long time to grow young.

Songs of love, songs of pain
some of passion, others of rain.
In the end there’s always an umbrella to hold
and a hand to help you out of the cold.
A blessing is a birthday, as pure as a dove.
A blessing is a birthday as old as love.
The music guides our soul as lyrics shape who we become
it takes a long time to grow young.