Lost words. Empty pages. Tinkling thoughts, ringing in the back of my head. Lost words. Empty pages. Tinkling thoughts, ringing in the back of my head.

Celebrating his 18th birthday, His friends wished him a future bright, Celebrating his 18th birthday, His friends wished him a future bright,

It was one faithful day, When I asked you to read my book, It was one faithful day, When I asked you to read my book,