with the sky that fills the heaven
with the smiles that counts up to seven
with all that in my life counts up to even
at this age i don't fill at all heavy laden
for i have seen my face on the clear waters
i have learnt that joy was what i needed in my feathers
and that with time i do look older and older
but verily i simply get wiser and stronger
no more on a cake will i blow the candle
not in everything will i fumble
for though so many times on my way i will stumble
i will rise and trade my pride to become humble
i will stroke the hairs of my many failures
take the bestv of my many natures
love and fight for the right, and this beyond measures
and in all strugle suck up the greatest pleasures
for many like me have witness an additional rotation of the earth
added one more bunch of 365 days to the first day of their breath
some too have not been able to be spared by the will of death
but beacuse i am here i will do my best before you lower me in the earth beneath
i will count the beads that add on my jewel of life
i will stand the sacrifice if in front of the enemies knife
i will be strong because i wil fight and demystifies
the mystries that each one year brings to my joy of life
