I think about it every year.
So I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday.
I love you for whoever you would have been. I’ve got a million excuses as to why you died.
Who’s to say it would have worked, who’s to say it wouldn’t have.
From the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the ending to the ending never got to begin.
Maybe one day we can meet face-to-face
In a place without time and space
Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream Was as real as it seems I made a mistake.

I love you, baby