Happy Birthday, wherever you are...

I have never found it easy

To name my love for you;

We were so close I never saw the need;

The little boy that cried that night,

My suitcase I had packed,

I could no more leave than from myself secede;

With our humor and machismo

We, outward, faced the world

Together, we would laugh or we would fight;

But now those things we must defend,

Have multiplied and grown,

And age comes creeping in September's light;

We ever keep our swords unsheathed,

For each and for ourselves,

And others that we deem within our sway;

Our celebrated chivalry

Is part of who we are,

Old Man, you know, had wanted it that way;

Though we never would have guessed it,

We have lost once or twice

And scars have given both a hardened view;

I anguish over all those times

I hurt you with my words;

I'd rather have them back than...

I'd rather have them back, I'd rather have them back...

Happy Birthday.