Monday, December 15, 2014

Still Christmas


I still live in that silent night,
I still visualize the star as a guide,
I still smell the hay as a cattle shed comes alive,
I still picture you in your spot flashing a smile.

I dare to dream a dream.
I dare to wish upon that ancient star.
I fill my lungs and give a throaty squeal,
To wish you a million merry Christmas
For every single battle scar.

I still hear the herald angels sing;
I still have a dream your moment will come.
I still stand in awe of a Virgin-birth story
And I still believe you will rise like the sun.

So I dare to dream a dream.
I dare to wish upon that ancient star.
I fill my lungs and give a throaty squeal,
To wish you a million merry Christmas
For every single battle scar.

Akpan


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