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Christmas Eve

It was christmas eve...

And i had nothing to believe...

My face was pale, my body was cold...

I had nobody to hold...

 

I was driving my way out of the town...

Thinking of my life breaking down...

When suddenly....vaguely i heard it...so fair...

The sound of the choir in a distant floating in the air...

 

*Silent Night...

*

*Holy Night...

*

 

I felt tears running down my face like blood...

Thinking of my fading childhood...

The smell of the cakes being baked in the oven...

When my childhood days were happily spent...

 

It was not the christmas tree...

Nor was the presents or the songs sung by me...

 

It was the loneliness deep inside...

This tear i had cried...

 

I pulled over and stared at the dark blue sky...

With tears still clouding up my eyes...

Deep inside i was still that little boy...

Longing for true and warm joy...

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Dec 19, 2010
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