On My Knees
On My Knees
All upon my room the rain drops all around
The damp cold coming down
Hearing that gentle sound
Christmas is gone and I'm outbound,
The wind whispers outside my window
God I wish for a fireplace's glow
Beyond this moment so much to know
Recovering from life's blow after blow,
How long can any of us survive the pain?
Lost love, betrayal, all that is insane
Evil one's who never wonder over their ill-gotten gains,
What goodness in my heart remains?
The seeds of revenge that upon I cannot rely
Forbidden voices forsake the skies
Here am I in my disguise
Too solemn to even philosophize,
Lonely nights that whisper until dawn
And this shadowy existence goes on and on
Awaiting the encounter with a black swan
As if all reasonable hope is gone,
Then the rain speaks again from outside
As I sit misty eyed
I heard the voice of Christmas past as it sighed
John, who sang "And so this is Christmas," died,
In the midst of winter now where some souls freeze
On the streets I hear a distant sneeze
So few who aim to please
Lord, you have me on my knees.
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