In the cradle of the Drakensberge, bold and grand, Echoes a voice like thunder across the land. It's the voice of a leader, a guiding light, Cutting through fog and the veil of night. Oh, Mark, whose wisdom like rivers flow, In the valleys and peaks, your virtues grow. In corridors of power where visions take flight, May your birthday be as majestic as the heights. Each word you speak like a mountain song, Resonates where strength and purpose belong. With every echo, may success draw near, And in your journey, find peace and cheer.