Everyone is rushing here and rushing there
Yet I feel empty and sad and just don’t care .
The Christmas spirit has passed me by
Things are happening that make me want to cry.
I feel the dark dog creeping up on me
I am scared. trouble ahead is all I see.
An unguarded word is all it can take
And the thin veil of joy will crumble and break.
Please let me find a quite and safe place
Let me hide and cover my face.
The knots in my stomach begin to tighten.
Here comes the black dog and I am frightened