On the day that I get one year older, I can't help but wonder Of all the people I loved, In all the things I trust Is there something that can actually make me happy? Or is it just an illusion, happiness? For I seek it in the smile of a loved one, Or in all the things I love but none For my happiness may not lie in things I am not, For that's so much to ask for, a lot And on this day I'd like to tell me, Find your content within thee For it is human to love, But to expect the same isn't the same as above And accept your attachments, But never expect from your attachments For being the slave of your own desire is what a man would do, And you? You're a woman that's learnt much more, For you're not just any other girl You're the queen that knows better, And all those who find you to blame Are incapable of understanding That you're not theirs to tame.
"You can make out it is piece of art when the words send a chill down your spine."