Christmas time,
in the business around that time,
I could not lift my head enought to see
the face that I wanted to see.
Through the door
where the packages lie on the floor,
evergreen and incense in the air,
there was a year i didn't care.
With my voice I sang this before,
that grace would come and sorrow be no more.
With my ears I've heard this before,
that grace would come and sorrow be no more.
With my knees I bend to the floor.
Christmas day,
in the stillness that protects this day,
the string of lights was strung into a tree,
a string of lights was strung inside of me,
I felt at peace and fell asleep.
I felt at peace
and slept.
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