02-11-2007, 01:57 AM
Everyone I see
Running round in front of me
Happily with their families
But then I turn to a window, and I see me-
All alone
I've never gotten a present before
Never had anything for only me
All my family did
Was wrap empty boxes for decoration
Under the christmas tree
Two years ago I had to run from home
Right there on Christmas day
And all my friends happy with their families
Just turned me away
Right then and there I felt betrayed
Of all days, time and places
I had no-where to stay
Wasn't Christmas a time for giving!?
Not a time for selfish actions!
Was I not meant to be living!?
In my heart I know to live, not just exist,
I know I have done no wrong.
I don't ask my father to beat me,
I don't ask for all these problems.
I don't ask for your materialistic presents,
The latest toy at the door.
However I do ask for something big.
I ask for love, and more.
I want to be happy this Christmas,
As I am back home with my family.
And I do hope that this Christmas
Someway, somehow,
you'll find a place for me.
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