It's over and done
But the heartache lives on inside (yeah, yeah)
And who is the one you're clinging to
Instead of me tonight
And where are you now
Now that I need you
Tears on my pillow
Wherever you go, go
I'll cry me a river
That leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotions, taking me over
Caught up in sorrow, lost in the song
But if you don't come back, come home to me darling
Don't you know, there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight
(Don't you know), there's nobody left in this worl to hold me tight
Good night, good night
Good night, good night
I'm there at your side
A part of all the things you are
But you have a part of someone else
You gotta go find your shining star
And where are you now?
Now that I need you
Tears on my pillow
Wherever you go, go
I'll cry me a river
That leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotions, taking me over
Caught up in sorrow, lost in the song
But if you don't come back, come home to me darling
Don't you know, there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight
(Don't you know) there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight
Christmas is coming. It's the spirit of giving nonetheless. I had the privilege of buying my own Christmas gifts as my maternal aunts and uncles do not even have the slightest clue of what to buy for me.
When we are still young and small, we ask for toys. Then, toys would be our source of personal satisfaction and joy. Every toy that we received would bring an added happiness to the already joyous occasion. Yet, what does a 7 year old kid know about true happiness?
When we grow slightly older, we crave and yearn for the things other people have. The common things. The things which will make us blend in with the crowd that is also aimlessly trying to emulate others. What so ever happened to originality and personality. At 15 years old, we knew what was in fashion and what was not. We knew what looked great and most importantly cool. We just wanted to fit in. Fit in with the hearsay from others. Happiness would just so miraculously fall at our feet despite the innumerable hints that we have dropped to the people around us particularly near this festive season.
At 19 years old, we know what we really want. We know how we wish to project ourselves to others. We know the image we want. We know the true identity that we wish to portray. We found the true us. Happiness would be to have the closet things to our heart. Warmth, love...feelings and emotions. The people, the family, the friends, the company... the camaraderie.
We define ourselves. We are shaped by societal norms and standards. We are influenced by the perceptions of others. Perceptions, which are riddled by societal norms and standards which are deemed acceptable. But wait. What is acceptable and what is not? Who made that list? Definitely not Santa Claus.
In this spirit of giving and celebration, let us not be befuddled by the true meaning of Christmas. It's about forgiveness, love and most importantly a time where we remember what Jesus did on the cross for ALL Christians. Don't X Christmas. Don't make it X'mas. Make it for Christ. Make it a Christmas.
To my friends...have a Blessed Christmas...
