Merry Christmas, My Child

Porch lights throwing shadows on the fresh laid snow. I've got the

cocoa waiting and the tree all aglow. The court date's at 10:00 and

it's half past 4:00. I'm still staring at the driveway, listening for the

door. The text says you're sick or you don't wanna go.

But I know the voice that's whispering the seeds that they sow.

They built up a fortress of silence and lies while I'm left

here tracing your ghost with my eyes. I don't need

the silver, I don't need the gold, just a heart that's been stolen