The only place
I know for sure,
that's worse than a jail
is this old age home,
Same as a hell!
How can I forget
the day you crawled,
the tiny steps you took...
the time you first spoke papa
the day you tore my office books?
Do you ever remember
when you peed on my lap and went for a Nap?
It was me with your diapers, who took you to the tap
But for Today
All those sweet memories haunt,
Five years back your mother was gone
And Now that you also have moved on
I have no one to say, that you are my own
I am here all alone!
These days when I hear about you,
that you have now succeeded
earned fame and all the riches
I am so happy for you
but remember my son,
One day all will be gone
you 'll also be here all alone
with none to say that you are my own
and its the old age home where you'll belong
Listen to me my son,
There's nothing you can do that time
but to hope that your son will return
And take you to home
BUT,
AHH...the reality is too harsh
All you could do is cry and mourn...
Yeah, I do remember
In fact, how can I forget
Today is the day you were born
so it's only the thing I can offer you now
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SON"
but do mark my words,
At seventieth birthday of yours
You will be all alone
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SON
Don't confuse these for tears of sorrow
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SON!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SON!!
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