It's Christmas time and again I'm alone,
Walking the streets, wind freezing me to the bone...

There is so much that I want to say,
But there is a frog in my throat that's getting in...

Insomnia kicks in and his eyes turn blood red,
Popping sleeping pills, crawling to his pillow...

It's hotter than what I remember,
From subtle red and oranges that now glow a deep...

You've helped me in a way I can't explain,
You've opened my eyes to see what's true...

I know it's too soon to tell you how I feel,
But if I speak now you'll know that my feelings...

It was not what his mind was thinking,
It was what his soul was speaking...

In the beginning there was some promised to you,
Something of sentimental value...

They say that there are rules in place that...
Yet nothing is done when one defects...

Even with its wisdom and knowledge,
It's giant wings speared and chained...

Sleepless nights, restless days
Hardly breathing, barely alive...

Embedded within the ground,
The roots which cry but give no sound...