I am really happy you've been born,
Without your will being questioned
You are still here fighting to learn
Walking the pattern you were destined
To burn, so I blow the horn to battle in your honor.
And I swore when I learned of your art
That every atheist should in heaven mourn
Every truth in your lines being torn apart.
Without your will being questioned
You are still here fighting to learn
Walking the pattern you were destined
To burn, so I blow the horn to battle in your honor.
And I swore when I learned of your art
That every atheist should in heaven mourn
Every truth in your lines being torn apart.
A monster with weapons of love, mass destruction, silenced my thunders
And light again my spirit through the language of the night
Then every each morning my self wakes at your sight
Molotov cocktails thrown by your smile,
The way your excitement is trying to hide
From prying, curious eyes around puzzled,
Sends flashes of joy tasing my veins
Darling do you speak your mind, so background noise is muzzled
And grateful I'll be for further hurricanes.
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