At the end of the year
As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.
As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.
Why do I keep fighting you off?
One part of me wants you desperately,
another part of me unknowingly
pushes you back and runs away.