I was wandering... somewhere between unfinished pages and sleepless nights... Trying to write a place... where lonely hearts could finally breathe... Then I found a nest... Or maybe... The nest found me. It never asked me where I'd come from... Only... "If you're tired, you can stay." And somehow... Without even noticing... I grew feathers. One feather... became another... Then one day... I looked around... And realized... I could fly. Happy Birthday... Our Raven Mother... You shelter every restless soul... Beneath your gentle wings... Happy Birthday... Tarja... May another candle light your endless fire. Some called you a witch... Because kindness has always frightened the cruel. They feared your little bottles... Your whispered words... Your silent rituals beneath the moon. Yet every potion... Every gentle spell... Only stitched another wounded heart together. And somehow... Every lonely raven... Found its way back home. Maybe... even Raven Mothers grow tired sometimes... Maybe... maybe... Even queens wonder if they're enough. But every feather gathered here tonight... Every smile... Every tear... Is another little proof... That your kindness never vanished. It became... all of us. Happy Birthday... Our Raven Mother... You shelter every restless soul... Happy Birthday... Our Raven Mother... You shelter every restless soul... Beneath your gentle wings... Happy Birthday... Tarja... You've lit a thousand hearts... Without asking for the light. Here's another flame... To keep your own alive. Happy Birthday... Our Raven Mother... Happy Birthday... Raven Mother... Happy Birthday... Tarja... May your fire... Never fade...
