• Christmas comes and Christmas goes,

    But still in that town, there is a hole.

    No way to hide it,

    No way to deny it,

    Not even a way to find it.



    You would have never known

    If I never had shown

    A blast from my past,

    So long ago.



    I was only a child,

    About seven years old.

    My mother left,

    My father too bold.



    He was too bold,

    For anything.

    He was too bold,

    For the likes of me.


    For far too long,

    He hurt me and tourtured me.

    Made me believe

    I would be nothing.


    But as I was saying,

    About that night so long ago.

    It was too cold,

    To even have snow.


    That night was cold.

    At least, my father had known,

    Because he was all alone.



    I will never forget the look on his face,

    When I took his own gun from his own case,

    When I walked him outside, step by step,

    Then when I finally laid him down to rest...


    No one knew, what to do next,

    For they didnt know who laid him to rest,




    Christmas comes and Christmas goes,

    But this story, should never be retold.