All the red and green
snow and mistletoe
reindeer and hope
won't keep you here any longer.

They're taking you away from me
-and it's only the beginning-
They're seperating us,
and I know that I'll be missing

The lonely nights
the tears and frustrations
I'll be worrying;
war-zones are no place for Santa.

I want to hurt them.
I want to keep you here;
but I have no power in this situation.

Christmas morning I'll be crying;
I'll be waiting.

Forever waiting.