Sweet Lebanon

Each single year forever when this time it stops and waits one second day. Linking past the chain which is the fence extends. Past my second birth. When death is not escaped. Yet birthdays never coming are. Time limits which competes has to conquer then you them. Eye of her it turns him, we when seen. Order of the cross sweet Lebanon. The constant sun lit night, and still morning, I have never freed. You raise a child up younger every day and time and time, has went away. But alliance forging not from forcing, when the children side between, the wasteful wax of honey is misfortune.