Sitting still beneath my ill
No tear nor sigh no sounding clang
Tis the eve before the Christmas soul
Tis the eve before her flesh did foul
Our two souls did once intwined
No ties so strong but death did part
The carols bells the children ring
Once did mine portray the swing
Tis the star that led the man
Tis the light that blind my eye
Sitting still beneath my ill
Tis Christmas pray my heart repair.
Here is a picture of a man to whom Christmas brings to his memory the tragedy of his family loss and his heart is so broken that he longs for restoration.
K.Oni
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