All I wanted was to sing,
Yet singing seemed to run away from me...

Before the dawn of time’s first breath,
Before the light of morning’s crest...

Few words I pen, for today is your day,
A celebration of you, in every way...

"In you, dear Mother, my pride resides,
No hate could ever in my heart abide...

I love you, yes, it's true,
Not because I have to...

Here I stand, burdened with remorse,
Each word I write, another solemn promise...

I demand Justice,
For the world's hatred, a blight...

Devrais-je feindre l'ignorance pour cacher mes...
Ou devrais-je vraiment m'en soucier, incapable de...

Mother, for you, these lines I pen,
Oh, dear, my first love, now and then...

In this moment, I stand tall,
Grateful for each rise and fall...

In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined...

Embrace your insecurities with grace,
Yet, don't let them dictate your pace...