Happy birthday to me, the calendar declares,
another year passed, with its joys and cares, time's relentless march, I cannot transcend, each candle lit brings me closer to the end.
Happy birthday to me, all alone again, no chorus of voices, no friendly refrain, just the tick of the clock and the hush and of the room, a solitary candle to lighten the gloom.
Another year circles, the earth 'round the sun, but where are the people to share in the fun? Just me and my thoughts on this quiet night.
I blow out the candle, make a silent wish, for company, laughter, a full friendship dish, the echo of "happy birthday" plays in my mind, a memory of times when fate seemed more kind. Yet in this aloneness, I find I'm still here, surviving and breathing through another year, perhaps in this solitude, I'll find a way, to celebrate me on this lonely birthday.
For even alone, I am whole, I am strong, I've made it this far, and I'll keep moving on, so happy birthday to me, yes, all on my own, I'll honor this life that is uniquely my own.
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