My birthday is comning up sometime soon
it's coming nights closer, by sun and by moon
people want to give presents and ask
what I wish, so thinking is my task
But when I come to think of it, what do I want
of course a cellphone, cd or a playing band
But I don't need those and I can live without
I don't even want them, without a doubt
Of course, there are a few things that I wish
but I can't have it just like this
what I want, I think it's quite impossible
I think that line is uncrossable
The line is death, you can cross it one way
but once on the other side, you'll have to stay
The way that I say it is quite cliché
but I can't help seeing in shades of grey
A present is something to lift the heart
a laptop nor cellphone can do that, for a start
My heart is quite hard to lift, you can try
a few people tried for me, but why?
My mother, my sister and a few friends
with them I'm comforted by the touch of their hands
my ultimate present is what you can't give
my present is that my father would live.