On that cold Christmas Eve we stood in the cold
Our eyes fixed upon the nativity scene
Mama prayed for Father to come home
No doubt my brother Tommy prayed for a bike
I prayed that my mother finds her smile
We havent seen it for so long
Baby Jesus must have been listening
Because I heard Mama laugh as she watched a little boy climb in the manger crib
The warmest place on earth
He's just a man and God made plenty of them
Pull the trigger
Clear your mind
This is your job
Red coats us inside and out
My hands white
Should be red
Pull the trigger
Pull the trigger
No bullets
Gun falls to the ground
I mutter a prayer I learned as a child
My turn to be at someone's mercy
Silk around my neck
I love the feeling
Now gently squeeze
Squeeze till there's a blur
Above me are beams
From a table,
I fix the silk around the beam
And attach it to my neck
I almost jumped
Thorns twisted to make a crown
Appear on a man
Sadness for him pierced my heart
I removed the silk from my neck
Knelt down in tears
Through my tears and sorrow I prayed
