Here's an ode to something special
That we take advantage of everyday...

I'm not afraid of living
I'm afraid of death...

I can feel it in your words
Though they're only on a screen...

You never really notice
Just how much you care...

Can't he just stop hurting?
He's feeling so much pain...

It's become quite clear by now
That you are not my father...

She hasn't eaten in 2 days
Her dad ran out of cash...

*No, this is not a true story.
It was just too much for her...

He was taken away so soon
A poor baby, only 1 month old...

I look around me and want to cry
As I pass all the staring eyes...

There's this boy
Who's suffering just won't end...

Dear Santa,
Hello it's me...