I am switched back to the factory restore
From fully charged,
to connect your device
Smile within our faces,
to Sunday morning blues
Holy night under the stars,
Christmas carols with burning candles,
and I look at yours with no one to hold it
Our song on the radio "Oh holy night, the son of Mary"
I sing my part, look over my shoulder,
close my eyes, to think I'll hear your voice,
as you sing your part,
yet nothing but breezes of trees
Everything is new even life where you are not on it, it's new
Even this Christmas without you,
is filled with fresh water from the moon
Like Mary, I have embarked on a journey,
I never prepared myself for
Oh! I'm Engraved forever...
#JourneyOfGrieve