December
CLOYD, VENA
December falls, I don't think I'm okay, not today.
When dad came home, he told me go upstairs, I close my eyes.
A tear falls down, as I drop onto my bed, not again.
My anger hits, as I hear mom cry again.
Things are confusing I don't know what I should turn to.
Should I run away? Dad has gone crazy,
The last time I think I might, put him in his place.
I think I just might run away. December falls,
And I forgot it's meaning, to look to Christ.
I'll help you dad, I'll show you there's a meaning.
I think I should look to my heart.