Christmas time soon to come,people went from this earth or out of my heart,rest seems to be afraid,or just have trust in my faith,yearning for the new day but why,precious time going by,stands for change alright,if we were born to be,completetly satisfied,maybe cave was still our home,real hard to stay true all the way,to some heart or the sg,still giving thanks for every meal,days of mist and mistery