Night was falling
Falling like a shroud upon the tears that knew not where to flow
A half moon stole out into the peripheries of evening
The river wound its way through the landscape of impregnability
Beauty stood stock still in the wilderness of grasping children.
The night I saw Christmas die...a hollow chorus gave the reasons why:
"a time for family on the birthday of a savior"
But when I looked down I saw spread all around
Fear wrapped up in a gift package of pain
Churches decked out in shadows and blame.
Love, my friend...
Is kind of hard to find
Never reveals itself to you by being kind
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