If I could make your name short,
And possibly call you Dave.
If I could rest you in a cot,
And watch you grow into a cove.
Then you'd be as peaceful as a dove
Then you'd live to see many years
God would fill you with his love
And always wipe away your tears
So, may the Lord make you wise and clever
May He bless you forever

Dark nights have faded - they had no power
Truest joys of life have now infected every hour
Bright loves now blossom and gently flower
And so, all such things that we proudly call 'our'

Our troubles have truly overwhelmed us.
Afflicted we are by this unknown curse.
Everyday has had its lights extinguished,
And every hour has been but clouded in mist.

The wind made the earth's constituents rise in a spiral fashion
And that cyclone-like sight gladly amazed we
All our worries seemed lost in that temporary hallucination
For nothing before had had the power to set us free

Each mind poured into the other the anguish it bore
For agony had characterized their lives heretofore
Their skulls couldn't contain the weight of their commotion
So their hearts broke down as the only sign of devotion