As candles multiply year by year, And laughter lines start to appear, We celebrate with joy and cheer, This funny…
Beneath the ancient oak it stands, This house of memories and dreams, Its walls whispering tales of time, In moonlit…
In the silence of the twilight hour, Where memories dance in gentle sway, The echoes of an old life tower,…
As candles multiply upon the cake, And hairlines start to fade, We laugh at all the memories, That time has…