The fog lifted,
The saddness gone.
Simple pleasures seem a chore.
Is this all life has in-store?
Has this lfe been a waste?
Dreams somehow denied by fate?
In dire need of some cheer,
Christmas time will soon be here.
Lord give me a path to follow,
to emerge from this dark hollow.
A special place called mine,
where the beauty shines.
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