December
as i lay here gently sleeping
i feel the tears of my weeping
i look behind at all i've lost
as in bed i turn and toss

in a dream there comes a light
to shine into the darkest night
and as i lay there wondering
what it is its offering

i think back to this bleek december
and all my friends that i remember
all of them were there for me
all of them and to see none flee

i see this light gaining form
and i remember the dreadful storm
from which my soul came out in shreds
leaving me alone and dread

it takes the form of a great soul
one i remember one who's whole
i fall on my knees and start to cry
for tears of blood dripped from my eyes

i saw before me a real good friend
who to me extended a helping hand
not judging or mocking at where im from
but instead understood and told me to come

told me to follow and led me by the arm
insuring that to me there came no harm
as i wake now i remember those bleek nights in december
when the heat was out and without more ember