There comes a time we all look back, & think of all the things we've done,

And all the people that we've met, the joys, the tears, the fun,

And age itself it pays a toll, upon which we must pay,

And face each year, the sands of time, in which it's called Birth Day,

And as our bodies age with time, and the wrinkles start to come,

Each of them represent a time, of which a memory's from,

This day we call our Birth Day, we're told to celebrate,

But with each year passing, we've grown only to hate,

So from deep within my heart, and as friend to you,

I hope your days are happy, and all your dreams come true.