The three decker cake stood before me on the table
All thirteen candles lit and waiting,
The wax melting and fading,
And the base plunged into the goodness of vanilla icing
As the spotlight birthday song continued to be sung.
Once it’s over, the candles seem to get brighter,
Smiles seem to get wider,
And the balloons seem to get lighter
As I stare at the round, sugary cake.
I can feel everybody’s eyes on me,
Beckoning my wish to come and blow out the candles,
So that the mocking cake can be devoured.
I can’t think of my wish or how to put it in words;
I feel pressured with all the family’s and camera’s eyes
Poised on me with expectance.
The icing covered cake sweats on the table,
And within seconds I make up my mind
I take a deep breath and blow 12 flaming candles out
And on the 13th I whisper softly,
'I blew out my birthday candles
And wished for you.'
All thirteen candles lit and waiting,
The wax melting and fading,
And the base plunged into the goodness of vanilla icing
As the spotlight birthday song continued to be sung.
Once it’s over, the candles seem to get brighter,
Smiles seem to get wider,
And the balloons seem to get lighter
As I stare at the round, sugary cake.
I can feel everybody’s eyes on me,
Beckoning my wish to come and blow out the candles,
So that the mocking cake can be devoured.
I can’t think of my wish or how to put it in words;
I feel pressured with all the family’s and camera’s eyes
Poised on me with expectance.
The icing covered cake sweats on the table,
And within seconds I make up my mind
I take a deep breath and blow 12 flaming candles out
And on the 13th I whisper softly,
'I blew out my birthday candles
And wished for you.'
