Like a grand thief she arrived
The one they name Katrina...

Not an empty seat found at the all night diner
As he stands outside so alone in the snow...

They say that I’m too young
to fully understand...

After crossing through the valley of depression
We come to a brightly colored rainbow...

Ever take the time to wish
To hopefully fulfill a dream...

I'd wish you all a Merry Christmas
But then the trouble would begin...

As I ride upon this silver bird
I watch the landscape rush below...

Engaging in deep conversation
That requires no spoken words...

As unkempt as a weed filled garden,
as prickly as any wild rose...

I know it is not within your faith having angels...
When we talk about the seven faces I see there...

I began the holiday in a somber mood
It was the first to be without you here...

Some days it is raining
The drops fall from the skies...