Christmas, Eighty Two
It was Christmas way back in eighty two
Head in hands not knowing what to do
All I see is a door
Never been here before
Do I take the next step and walk through
As I sit here and trawl through my life
From five years old, full of strife
The light I see clear
Could my end be so near
Past images begin to run rife
Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder
Words of wisdom being told as we solder
Tell me James of your past
Sharing burdens, be them cast
You have many reasons to grow older
Just think of the birds in the trees
And the leaves that dance in the breeze
All the songs you enjoy
Now your a man from a boy
And grasp your tomorrows and seize
From that moment I have never looked back
I now absorb my past and it's flack
My thanks is to Frank
Whom that night stood by my flank
When he died, my thanks never lacked
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