Last nights walk
Knock - Knock - Knock "May I join you, please come in?
The snow is cold, my coat is too light.
Would like to bear you company in that almost night."
- Knock-Knock "Look here at my freezing pale skin."
A young brown-haired girl opens a dark wooden door,
Wearing a crown, holding a wand and any more.
Might share her family, the shiny tree, the meal,
Could see, hear, smell the love they tonight feel.
Went on to my neighbours house, just to smell.
He stared to me, reeked of whisky, started to yell:
What am I doing here in that fucking holy time?
Should leave his property! Would call for police due to my crime!
Stood in a ferrous door of the church in my street.
Stood there with my true Christmas's heartbeat.
Took time to listen to voices, songs of pipes, the bells,
Tried to pray: Let's all pray regarding a friend’s family loss!
Tried to belief, drew in the snow a big, deep cross.
Girl, I left you alone in your pain, didn't find my words to say...
Send you my truly love, I'll be backing you all the way!
Came to my parents place, where my home should be,
Didn't try to knock, would not in any event step in.
Thought about things that happened before,
Thought about Christmas - what it is no more.
Am sending now this message to my parents's hearts:
Christmas could be a time when forgiveness starts.
I come home, different faces are still in my mind.
I start to write my words and to pull up the blind.
Lean back against my pillow, light up a given candle
... in hope ...
Christmas-time next year will be easier to handle.
