No Jesus was born on December 25
And no way there's new year on January 1st

The winter is cold and depressing
without an ounce of sunshine

The flowers are dead
The trees are barren
The sky is foggy
And the lips are dry

Why would anything great happen at this time of the year?

Maybe it's our ancestors who are trying to tell us something

If Jesus took birth and survived
defying all the odds
Despite the king of Judea
trying to take his life

Then no matter what happens
You can survive too

If the new year can come
Walking on snow
With no flowers to welcome him
And no sun to keep him warm

Then no matter how depressing the times are
You can always become 'New'

Sometimes while hurrying with your life
You place your hot cup of coffee on the table
And forget about it for a while
Slowly it starts degrading
First it loses its aroma
Then its warmth
And finally its taste
Until it becomes a brown watery liquid
With nothing left in it to offer
Now it can neither energize nor refresh you
But you're getting late for work
So you gulp it down anyway
The feeling of disgust and discontent
Evident on your face
As if you'd have preferred poison
Over that cup of coffee
It's like you have forgotten that it was YOU
Who left it to rot away in the first place


I refuse to be that forgotten cup of coffee in your life

loving you was like
gulping the whole sun down my throat
in one go
of course i am burning now

You are kind
You are sweet
You are caring
You are gentle
You are loving
You are caring
Any girl would be lucky to have you
But you're not 'him'