She stands beneath a mistletoe
out in the snow...
Thunder crackling from the skies
on a cantankerous wintry eve...
There was a time
upon the earth...
August sixteenth, two-thousand and nine.
To some, it's just one more day...
With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...
We are led by your star
raising glory above...
No chestnuts roasting or carols sung,
eggs shells all around...
The wooden house crumbles
underneath the weight of misery...
Christmastime.....
The only time of the year I have a reason to be...
Thanksgiving at 5 in the morning,
Rosaura leaves for her pairing...
Barren winter enraptures the brave men,
who embrace the New World in courageous pride...
The hard weary years,
Etched in a face...