And I greeted, happy birthday
to a photograph I missed
to a non-existing person
I so hoped to be me
But now my shadow lifted
and took stances of grace
with 3 pointed tip point
to slash through my cage
Did I protect my heart, or,
did I lose all it's sense?
Did I love the chilled evening, or,
did I cry in revolting pain?
Take me, oh take me
Within the red snowy wind
Bury me, oh take me
Within the blue sunny spring.
To me, to me, happy birthday