December falls, I don't think I'm okay, not today.
When dad came home, he told me go upstairs, I close my eyes.
A tear falls
down, as I drop onto my bed, not again.
My anger hits, as I hear mom cry again.
Things are confusing I don't know what I
should turn to.
Should I run away? Dad has gone crazy, the last time I think I might, put him in his place.
I think I just
might run away.
December falls, and I forgot it's meaning, to look to Christ.
I'll help you dad, I'll show you there's a
I think I should look to my heart.