Since I was four, my birthday has been in ruins
Both figuratively and literally, but you've birthed my new ones
So that I may once again smile and bask in the joy
Of my birth anniversary, my sweet UAB boy.
This is the first birthday in which I have not cried
Tears of hurt and heartache over the 3,000+ who died.
You've taken that pain and put it away
Away from us and where we stay.
You have no idea just how grateful I am
To have someone like you, John, to be my man.