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Winter Season (My Secret Sin)

I've come so far Grasping nothing more that memories of a fading star In Search of a sanctuary other than a bar A place where I can lay my head Somewhere to I can rest my deepest thoughts And shelter the molecules we shed The troubles in this life of mine The lover in this wife of time Another christmas spent alone Attempted suicide But I'll never get to wake to a white dawn Two stretches from a great moan A few timely expressions from going home Misery substituted for family time and childhood smiles My only passion to carry on How can I wipe your tears when no body loves me So selfish, yet I'm only human And it seems everyone looks above me If I could look back it would all be past tense Instead I sit here and swallow this glass of nonsense I could only dream of egg nogg Pushing through snow that covers my legs in the fog Christopher Kringle Spreading that warm feeling that tingles That precious tune from bells that consistently jingle Maybe it's all make believe And maybe the cold winter nights won't take my sleeves

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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