It's Christmas time again
But what the hell
I walk in this empty lane
To the sound of church bells
My frozen mittens barely
Keep me warm from cold
They were my father's
And now so very old
The snow is falling steadily
Piling upon a blanket white
On the street there's nobody
Not even a bird in sight
Peering into a window
Slighting covered by snow
A family's celebrating Thanksgiving
Turkey and potatoes all roasting
They sing carols and Christmas hymns
And pray for their yearly dreams
Shaking my head I slowly walk away
Trying to hide my very own dismay
Dusk makes way for night
As I finally reach my crib
A yellowish bulb of two decades is my only light
Other than the neon from the nearby joint-strip
I lie down on my makeshift bed
One that I share with creepy-crawlies
Reality begins to slowly fade
As I dream of bedtime stories
In my dream I see my mother
Holding my father's hands
In one arm she's carrying my baby brother
And they are smiling from where they stand
"Mommie.." I cry out in despair
She slowly turns - seemingly unaware
My mother doesn't seem to hear
While my broken eyes start to tear
"Daddeee.." My voice breaking again
Reminiscing those years of pain
He smiles and turn, walking further from me
I felt my heart drop into the Caspian Sea
I awake and find those tears on my face
Here I'm alone in my barren space
Sighing, I close my eyes once more
Dreaming of my family upon this wooden floor
