Father God is you,
no one has the will,
neither the superiority,
nor the gesture.

So, why not humble thy time?
We're lost! As bitter pleasure
drinks up our way.
In defying cruelty,
we knoweth not our ends.

Weep to hold thy milk abides,
With sweetie's penmanship,
the Lord welcomes thy labour
which thy knoweth to ignore.

Struggling in vain to raise thy flag.
Like a child who knoweth not the
the dangers of a poison, fighting to
to open the poisonous jar far kept
thy dad's secret wad.

Dedicating my life to God to guide me
the path to thy Paradise.
Happy Birthday to meeeeeee...