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Another Lonely Christmas
Preface: This was written long ago and I, just by the way of surviving see things a little different these days. BUT! I am going to post it anyway. MERRY CHRISTMAS! :) Christmas is coming and theres nothing I can do. Its become the hardest time of year since the day that I lost you. People hurry scurry and skidoo. While I'm locked inside and feeling blue. These bars upon my window, they're not made of steel. And that you cannot see them, doesn't mean that they're not real. I've called out in anger. And I've called out in prayer. But silence is the only sound that fills the empty air. I spend christmas eve with family galore. Then I pick up my few gifts and head out through the door. Its strange, because I never thought that I'd become. A sorrowful, lonely, tired old bum. When 40 years old is still yet to come. Destiny doesn't always play fair. If it did, in your heart I'd know that you still care. But I know now that someone else sits in my place. At your dining room table all covered with lace. So home with my empty and tired old soul. Where ever Santa only brought me a small lump of coal. Another lonely christmas, without a doubt. Dear Jesus, please tell me, just what's it all about?
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