God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Another Christmas
Another Christmas
Everything is the same.
The mall is packed.
Wall to wall people just faces no names.
They’re all bearing gifts and burdened with sacks.
I turn in a circle seeking retreat.
Each path…each hallway seems never ending.
Why did I think I could come here and shop? What am I trying to beat?
Did I think that the crowds could quiet my heart…that I’d find some kind of peace in the buying and spending?
Wherever I look…each turn that I take I see only you.
Remembering the moments we spent here in this place.
The shops…the sales…the clothes that you had to have because nothing less would do.
The lights…the music…the happiness…the smile upon your face.
How long before I can venture here and not be overwhelmed?
Will it be another Christmas before I can break the spell?
Everything is the same.
The mall is packed.
Wall to wall people just faces no names.
They’re all bearing gifts and burdened with sacks.
I turn in a circle seeking retreat.
Each path…each hallway seems never ending.
Why did I think I could come here and shop? What am I trying to beat?
Did I think that the crowds could quiet my heart…that I’d find some kind of peace in the buying and spending?
Wherever I look…each turn that I take I see only you.
Remembering the moments we spent here in this place.
The shops…the sales…the clothes that you had to have because nothing less would do.
The lights…the music…the happiness…the smile upon your face.
How long before I can venture here and not be overwhelmed?
Will it be another Christmas before I can break the spell?
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Another Christmas
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