This past Christmas just wasn't the same, we weren't the same
As the lights upon the tree didn't glow so bright as they used to
And that feeling inside seemed to have faded away, like warmth through winter
While words slowly become meaningless in this meddling of fate.
And you packed your bags, it seems you've found away to leave it all behind
As our holiday became lost beneath the unspoken conversation, the lonely silence
While prayer found me vague and defeated, you tore yourself away inside
The dinner table was empty, The tree undecorated and the lights dimmed
This past Christmas reflected everything we ever felt inside
As the sound of doors closing became more than comforting
And Poppa still sat around the fireplace, although no one else joined
And Momma cleaned the kitchen as she found her own place to mourn
As Goodbyes begin to feel more and more like home
cheers.
