Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

While my baby boy sleeps

I'm cutting people from cars in trees

Mud and blood up to my knees

Christmas Eve 

I should be asleep

Not wishing I could just hear you breathe

Blood on my clothes from being down on my knees

 

Please don't leave.

 

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