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Sep 2012
I don't feel it is coming
I don't feel it at all
Somehow I'm numb
To the candles and the lights
Many are shopping
Or making big plans
While I'm just here
Wondering what's wrong
No white carpet outside
No excitement inside
It doesn't make sense
Every year I was joyful
Running up and down
Wrapping paper and bows
Surprises and thrills
Now it's all gone
I would rather fall asleep
A hug, a happy wish, a thank you and goodnight
Is it just me?
I hear cheerful songs
An emotional desert
All my own
No sun or clouds
No moon or stars
A dried creek
In my heart
Tomorrow is another day
I will do it all again
Maybe that is just me
I can do it if I want
Nothing stops me
But my own thoughts
I can smile, it's ok
Laugh but feel hollow
I have done that before
I want that old joy
I know it is in there
Come out I command you
Echoes in the dark
My family now surrounds me
Love in their embrace
Joy in their voice
Generations of traditions
Forget all the presents
My family is my joy
Written by
Hugo A
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