The Gift

The Gift:
I think your presence would be the perfect present
So this birthday Ill celebrate the release of my hearts content
For so long I have held this flame in my hand it burns
But it now lights the path to you and highlights what I have learned

I lay alone at night in this bed I call my zone of abyss
Tossing and turning with these thoughts, these emotions Ive missed
Lately it seems that the world is looking up, or maybe just when youre around
I can only hope that not everything that goes up must come down

What you have given me is like my rebirth
Its a renewal of my life; a resurrection of my world, my earth
Youre a hidden treasure, still, despite having been found
And its amazing how your gestures, so silent, can seem so loud

It seems to rain when youre away its a metaphorical speech
Just as its cloudy when youre here, but not with me
The world, my flame, it all seems to flicker and glow
As you light my candles, I can only wish we had met a year ago

Everyone is gathered around united in singing of voice
The song winds down, I know its time to blow and make a wish, make a choice
I want to blow out this flame, but I continue to feel trapped
For now I know that you were a gift, that I should have left wrapped

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