Her birthday was the second time she hugged me
the second time i saw her tears
the second moment i was sad
the box was filled with gifts
the gifts were filled with hope
the hope is a dream i carry
if there will ever be a third
there doesn't seem to be a answer to it
will tears shed for the third time again
this time i'll remember to bring tissues
a warm unforgettable hug for the third time
the next time i won't let go
this is the third year i held in my feelings for her
may it be a secret i have to endure and hold
my second time will stay still
while i wait for my third to come
that third warm hug she gives
on her 19th birthday
