It's been a long hard day
and the world doesn't seem to realize
thereason for the season
They're going about their normal days,
some of them making me go about mine
All I have to say to them is that
There's more to it than
anyone of them does know
That's what I hope to find when I go back home
We live in a crazy world
it doesn't let us keep time for each other
and let love pass through
We can only afford to
look around at our sisters and brothers
when we are just passing through
Let's not let the world get to this festival of love
I'd like to feel some when I go back home
Love doesn't come in pretty packages
bright shining hanging things that celebrate tradition
Love is when you share when you know that
someone's always there
eventhey don't necessarily need to
After the lights go down
the spirit of love doesn't die down
I'd like to feel it when I go back home.
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