Christmas eve, shrouded in gray.
Blinded by clouds, by fog, by haze.
Longing to take a final trip.
Are my reservations made?
Or should I look for a home of eternal estate?
No bed is empty in this hotel of dreams,
all signs say no occupancy.
Am I awake or am I asleep?
Or perhaps this life I lead is a distant dream.
A shadow of long forgotten memories.
Keep everyone at bay
While I rest my head and deceive
Myself into believing that I’m OK.
Don’t come too close,
I won’t let you into my estate.
I’ve tasted loneliness,
and seen all the world gives.
make me question why I live.
So tonight, this ends.
Take a drink, Soon it will all be over.
Burden lifted from my shoulders.
But then your presence enters,
The hand I cannot lift.
voice so clear, “you won’t do this.”
So I drop to the floor, tears flow, broken beyond repair.
And in this moment, you meet me there.
In this place I lay
Time has no meaning.
I cry to you, cursing my twisted realities.
You just hold me close,
whispering “child I know.
You are a light to your family,
Keep the faith, and you will see.
Continue the race,
Keep your eyes on me.”