See the light in their eyes,
As they realise they have grown,
Looking all around them to demonstrate,
Every little thing they've been shown,
Another year wiser,
Another day to enjoy,
It's a birthday carnival,
A festival of light,
See the sparkle as they grow,
See the diamonds in the know,
On their birthday filled with merriment,
See the light in their eyes,
Feeling heaven sent.

Make a fresh start,
Turn over that leaf that has kept you bound,
Remove yourself from the clutches of the past,
Make a resolution to last,
This year make a change,
Make a change before you are changed for eternity.

We lay beneath the moonlit sky,
And count down the minutes,
Until we enter the millennium,
Together and whole,
Body and soul.

We lay beneath the moonlit cloak,
And enjoy the seconds,
Before we cross to the millennium,
Forever as one,
No troubles - none.

Have you seen the rabbits?
Look at them on the fields,
They are searching with the children,
Where are the eggs?
Where is the meaning?
Where's the Easter Bunny?
I see his trail,
I felt his tail,
And I know that Easter is here,
It's time,
It's time.

I remember my first,
One candle astride a cake,
Family panting and puffing,
Until the flame went clear,
Clapping and applauding,
My first birthday year.

I remember my second,
Two candles proud like the twin towers,
I was breathing and blowing,
Until the towers collapsed in tears,
Laughing and screaming,
My second birthday year.

I remember my ninth,
Nine candles arranged like a ballet,
Dancing flames quickly clamped down,
Until the flames were no more,
Eating and chatting,
My ninth birthday year.

I remember my twenty-first,
Two candles, each with a number, over-sized on the cake,
Burning brightly as I come of age,
Snuffed out like childhood,
Conversing and lying,
My twenty-first birthday year.

I won't remember my last,
No candles astride a cake,
No family to blow them out,
Or to buy them for me,
Isolated and frightened,
My last birthday year.

Good Friday man,
Places his basket of eggs on the ground,
He helps another soul carry his cross,
Not worried if he'll misplace or earn loss,
Just a struggling man,
In need of a hand,
He watches the condemned raised,
Before slowly drifting to peace,
He returns to his basket,
His heart sunken deep,
His eggs are now painted,
In beautiful colours steeped,
The seeds of his good deed reaped.

I look upon a field of daffodils,
Blooming,
In need of grooming,
So my mirror says,
But my heart is light,
Warm and free,
Head out to see the stars,
As Easter dawns and night departs,
I look upon a field of daffodils.