From our happy home
Through the world we roam
One week in all the year,
Making winter spring
With the joy we bring,
For Christmas-tide is here.

Now the eastern star
Shines from afar
To light the poorest home;
Hearts warmer grow,
Gifts freely flow,
For Christmas-tide has come.

Now gay trees rise
Before young eyes,
Abloom with tempting cheer;
Blithe voices sing,
And blithe bells ring,
For Christmas-tide is here.

Oh, happy chime,
Oh, blessed time,
That draws us all so near!
'Welcome, dear day,'
All creatures say,
For Christmas-tide is here.

Breathe in the happiness
Breathe out the pain
Breathe in the love
But stay away

Love to dream
Don't dream to love
Stay with me
But not too close

Hate your life
'Cause I hate mine
Be my pain
'Cause I'll be yours

Lie to me
I'll lie to you
Love me
'Cause I love you.

He tried to break your spirit

In the end... he lost his.

sometimes i am flying high through white
so high nobody could touch me
sometimes i am trapped in gray
feeling nothing, being nothing
most of the time i am drowning in deep dark blue
being dragged under unable to move
i want to experience red and green
i want to dance through yellow and lay in purple
i want to feel things not to an extreme
im tired of flying and drowning
i want to be free

Lips so red,
So tender and so delicate.

A whole galaxy lies within them,
Galaxy of love.

I always imagine what will they feel like when pressed against my dry hard lips,
Would feel the love i have for you,
Or would you feel what I'm trying to hide from you.

I would like to kiss you someday,
All day long,
All night long,
To just know that you were even real.

To the left or to the right
Do we become a beacon or do we become a blight
Do we glow dim or do we glow bright
Do we run or do we fight
Do we smolder or do we ignite
Do we become rude, or do we become polite
Do we starve or do we take a bite
Do we keep quiet or do we write

You are at the end of my fingertips
yet your heart so far away,
I  can't ask you to keep me warm
on nights when icicles stab my soul.

Dreaming daily
though I know
the song you sing
is  not for my ears to hear,
the stars you love
are not for my eyes to see.

The wind whispers your name
through the pores of my skin,
loneliness and pain getting greater everyday.
The sky is falling over me again
and you can't see my despair.
Weak, collapsing,
looking  for your strings to ease the fall
and at the end of my fingertips
there's just a cold, quiet picture
haunting me whole.

I look for you and I know
that it is not in heavens
nor in hell
where I want to find you
but
on this Earth
walking
next to me.
In vain I look
my heart will once more die in silence
cause the sky is falling over me again
but you are not here
and it's not for me the song you sing.