Sunday, December 6, 2009

The 9th Day of Christmas


The Orphan

The snow-covered ground means I can’t go outside

But the fireplace reminds me of how my folks died

The house we lived in, it went down so fast

I still hear the screaming, the burning, the blast

It’s Christmas Eve now, and tomorrow’s the day

Three years have passed since my life passed by away

Oh, what I would give for a mom or a dad

Then life wouldn’t be so hard or so bad

Holidays are surely the worst time of year

Cuz I don’t have a family to hold back my fear

Fear of a life spent completely alone

Worthless and joyless and dying unknown

There is simply one Christmas wish that I’ll make

To sleep just one night where I dream and not ache

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