My Holiday
I made a holiday
When I was 3
It was just because nothing was happening
But it became more to me
For years every may 7th
Was happy to be alive day
It was celebrated very special
It made me feel happy I was there in that way
But as I grew
The magic was lost
I want the specialness
It was what my childhood cost
Copyright © Shay Funk | Year Posted 2010
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