I cold sing for you but we’d be here till mornin
Cuz there’s not a song in this world that would fit your puzzling demeanor

Don’t you think it’s frightening?
How friendships grow and blossom
Aren’t you even a tiny bit scared?

I mean sure, they can grow to be quite lovely
Until that one day that they stale
And all that we are left with are memories
Slowly wilting in the sun

Hopefully we are much more than some frightening prophecy
I’d even like to believe that our friendship is everlasting
Built with bricks and not little wooden sticks
I trust you and I also trust that you know I trust you
Confused yet?

I sure hope not because we’re nearly towards the end
I guess all I’m trying to say or better yet
What I’m trying to wish you is a belated happy birthday
From your everlasting/extremely loyal/loving friend

Happy Birthday Ben

A/N-This was written for a friend