I seem to be at a loss for words my dear
Maybe somehow I'm coming to terms with my worst...

Time after time I awoke
last night with that dreaded...

I know now that Sorry is just a word
and in my case one I have worn out...

As the dust begins to settle what little...
remained gains flight in one of the last summer...

This message from on high it sends
A bantam chance to make amends...

"Hello there!" I say, though you're...
again you're still the favorite of the four...

Closed these hushed
drops stroke barren broken skin...

Over green felt one eve that radiant
smile directed his way first beamed...

Over green felt one eve that radiant
smile directed his way first beamed...

..a breeze..
fleeting but unmistakably a breeze...

Who can I ask?
Who can I tell...

So you say that you don't like Christmas
Know that I consider that a little sad...