Happy birthday, my dearest guide,

In this world, it’s just us side by side.

I hold a flame, though shadows creep,

A light you lit, in my soul, runs deep.

But tell me, Mother, why do we strive,

When prayers to the heavens barely arrive?

Sin we carry, as does the rest,

Yet why am I the one put to the test?

Here’s a cake, the finest for you,

Layered with whispers, tears breaking through.

Yet, smile I will, for your heart to see,

In your joy, there’s solace for me.

Before the candle’s flame succumbs,

Before your prayer to silence hums,

Let me send a fleeting plea,

A quiet whisper for eternity.

Tell the skies, I seek no throne,

No golden path, no jewels to own.

Just a glimmer in this endless fight,

A fragment of peace in the dark of night.

Here’s a cake, the finest for you,

Layered with whispers, tears breaking through.

Yet, smile I will, for your heart to see,

In your joy, there’s solace for me.

Happy birthday, my steadfast guide,

With you, I’ll brave the world’s tide.

And if the stars hear this song I weave,

Carry our pain, and grant reprieve.