Birthdays are an annual excuse,
A way of saying things we ought to say.
Relatively few can sing their love
Unless they do it on some special day.
Hearts are shy, and words of little use.
But now I want to tell you that I love you,
Open up my heart and say the things
Siblings seldom say to one another
'Cause of the embarrassment it brings.
However long we live, I'll be with you
Birthdays are an annual excuse,
A way of saying things we ought to say.
Relatively few can sing their love
Unless they do it on some special day.
Hearts are shy, and words of little use.
But now I want to tell you that I love you,
Open up my heart and say the things
Siblings seldom say to one another
'Cause of the embarrassment it brings.
However long we live, I'll be with you

Comments:

Good one Mom!!

Love you lots and bunches!!

comment by texastar on May 3, 2008 6:54 PM ()

reply by texastar on May 4, 2008 8:38 PM ()

thanks Tex

reply by lizzieann on May 4, 2008 2:52 PM ()