Surviving Under Christmas Lights

Everyone's hanging lights in their windows. Trying to make the cold feel kind and glow.

I'm wrapping up the same old feelings tight. But this year, I've got peace

of mind tonight. The carols on the radio play loud. Brighter than the

clouds that have allowed. But I'll still heal, I'm still breathing

deep. That makes the pain feel less and less deep. And I know

I'm moving slow and old. But snow still finds a way to go.

I'm trying, I'm trying. Even when I want, been crying.

I'm surviving, I'm surviving. Even when the joy feels like lying.