THE poems I write are not fiction but true
And I wanted to share my life's pain with you.
You can't see my face you just know my name
By not showing my face I can hide from my shame
For years I was tortured with abuse and in pain
Suffering in silence my tears fell like rain
But now I have found a way without having to shout
The door of poetry is open I can let the truth out.
Last Christmas Day I sat down to weep,
watched as snow fell burying the earth cold and deep,
Last Christmas day I waited in vain,
sitting alone while my tears fell like rain.
My lover was fighting so far away,
and could not come home to share Christmas Day,
caught in a war I knew so little about,
as I sat all alone with no cheers to shout.
Christmas is coming yet again without you at home,
now you lie buried so cold and alone,
I still have my memories of good times gone by,
Yet I keep asking God to tell me why.
So Christmas for widows is a very sad day,
it makes us recall how the war tore you away,
standing beneath the bright twinkling lights,
we all pray for peace and wish you all a goodnight.
My mind keeps saying no
But my arms, are reaching out for you again
My hands start shaking
As I tremble, at the thought of giving in
I recall all the pain
That you put me through, way back then
I wish I could just say no
But my arms, are reaching out for you again
My arms, are reaching out for you again
My nights are filled with images, of only you
You're in every single dream, when I turn-in
And I know, that I still love you
But my heart keeps telling me, that I can't win
Oh my arms, are reaching out for you again
When I woke this morning
My heart kept telling me, I can't win
When I looked at your picture
My tears fell like rain, on you again
I stood tracing your image
Remembering how you cheated, with other men
I wish I could just say no
But my arms, are reaching out for you again
My arms, are reaching out for you again
My nights are filled with images, of only you
You're in every single dream, when I turn-in
And I know, that I still love you
But my heart keeps telling me, that I can't win
Oh my arms, are reaching out for you again
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