Ps.146: 8 The LORD openeth the eyes of the blind: the LORD raiseth them that are bowed down: the LORD loveth the righteous:
Nightshades
***
A parade of silence fills the air
the night is cold and dreary;
light it dances on my face
my legs are getting weary.
Christmas holds no magic
the sight of me took flight;
it left a somber stillness
in every bleeding night.
The tree it has a presence;
the lights just sit and stare.
I touch the piny needles
Yet no one knows I’m there.
Another Christmas is coming
the holiday creeps right in.
I’m standing here left gazing,
at the windows I have within.
Will the season show its mystery
to me as I muddle through
I’ll cling to all the sounds I hear
and memories of you.
My joy is in the musical notes,
the sounds of bells and song.
I’ll find that during Christmas
Nightshades
***
A parade of silence fills the air
the night is cold and dreary;
light it dances on my face
my legs are getting weary.
Christmas holds no magic
the sight of me took flight;
it left a somber stillness
in every bleeding night.
The tree it has a presence;
the lights just sit and stare.
I touch the piny needles
Yet no one knows I’m there.
Another Christmas is coming
the holiday creeps right in.
I’m standing here left gazing,
at the windows I have within.
Will the season show its mystery
to me as I muddle through
I’ll cling to all the sounds I hear
and memories of you.
My joy is in the musical notes,
the sounds of bells and song.
I’ll find that during Christmas
it was with me all year long.
