Twisted Tinsel

Twisted Tinsel

Racked with guilt, caught in the crossfire, who's choice,
Lord of the Manor, Twisted Tinsel, The Fallen Angel,
Mince Pies in the gutter, squashed hopes and dreams,
Left behind is the broken festivities, broken lives
No wishes granted, Santa's packed up and moved on,
Tears through a barrier, protecting my precious eyes,
No Touch, No Closeness, No vision of happiness,
Roll on the new year when the festivities are a distant drown,
Protect what's left, encase my little belief in luv that's left,
Encourage growth where it has never dare dwell,
Be something creative, give something back to this mad world,
Jump on its waves, ride it like a storm, and come out refreshed,
Use it like a path to another direction, destiny's bridge,
And remember you can luv wholeheartedly, that's precious.