There were no Christmas presents bought that year.
No neatly wrapped boxes in rows for me.
Our money tree was chopped down by that man.
His face froze, races gone bad at the tracks.
“Oh God, what have I done?” Finding his knees,
he prays, but not even the crows care now.
I should’ve clung to you and cried that day
but all your lying throws me far from you.
You already lost one daughter and now
you lost another…my hatred still grows.
No neatly wrapped boxes in rows for me.
Our money tree was chopped down by that man.
His face froze, races gone bad at the tracks.
“Oh God, what have I done?” Finding his knees,
he prays, but not even the crows care now.
I should’ve clung to you and cried that day
but all your lying throws me far from you.
You already lost one daughter and now
you lost another…my hatred still grows.
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