I wish that your holidays, will be filled with cheer,
even if you are left, without any beer.
For as long as your loved ones are kept near,
you should be filled with joy, and left without fear.
All the Christmas carols, that you will hear,
should fill up your homes, and with that each ear.
If you will drink, I hope your mind will stay clear,
So I may wish you a sincere, and happy new year.

I'll be dead by then.
when all hell breaks loose.
And when It does,
Ill be Free.

Holding on so tight, not wanting to let this moment leave.
Like quicksand, or a Chinese finger trap.
The more you try to get or keep what you want,
the faster it will leave, and the harder it will be for you to let it go.

Its days like this when I'm on top of the world.
And yet, I always find a way to let it slip through my fingers.
Cause clenched fists, could never hold as much as open palms.