Dear September Morn,

Though we all must choose
our own paths in life
and the journey may
sometimes seem far,

If we learn from our
ancestors' struggle and strife,
we will be better yet
than we are.

Our grandfathers etching
our history in stone
and grandmothers with
silken threads weaving,

Empowered us with
the will to be strong
and succeed if we
keep on believing.

Happy Birthday dear!!!

Now that you're 21, you have the world by it's tail. I hope you have the best one ever!

bp

I will sail my vessel,
Til the river runs dry,
Like a bird upon the wind,
These waters are my sky,
I'll never reach my destination,
If I never try,
So I will sail my vessel,
Til the river runs dry.