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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