They will sing happy birthday to me and I know
I'll blow the candles silently praying under my breath
I'll watch the flames flicker and smoke's steady progress
Cause I still remember when the room was dark, ignoring tiny coloured light's dance
There was a lot to be happy about but I just thought about my inner fights
And as I was about to blow the candles someone said "Make a Wish"
And I wished for a million things I thought I wanted
And Now I know, I wish I had wished for your life instead
I think of all the things I almost said to you but didn't
I think of all the wishes I almost sent to you but didn't
I think of you and always feel a warmth in my heart
We didn't talk much in life but I talked to you a lot after you died
You were always a sweet innocent soul I admired from afar
Now that you have flown to heaven I got to know how pretty were you from inside
I wish I could tell you how your friends still miss and love you
Their grief is so beautiful without tears but full of thousand unsaid prayers.
Why was it you and not me a silent question persists?
A whisper responds, for she was the one more prepared for the final meeting with God.