Fallin-Apart ART

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

This poem was written by a Marine. The
following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is
due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate
these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of
what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and
dead! , who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part
to plant this small seed.

May God Bless You and Have A Great Day

For Carolyn Anne Yager..... Lady Blue Moon... Squirrel Girl... Rabbit Heart... BlueBerry Yum Yum... Yager-Bomb Yager Baby... You Are Now and Forever... Under My Skin......

Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
I don't know, I don't know
What to say, what to say
Either f**k you or I'm sorry
Guess it just depends on the day
Sorry for the damage I did
F**k you for the years that we lost
Maybe there's no saving us left
But I still say I love you under my breath
Undermine, undermine, undermine
(Under my breath)
Undermine, undermine
(Under my breath)
Undermine, undermine, undermine
(Under my breath)
Undermine, undermine
All the walls, all the walls
Rip 'em down, rip 'em down
Every nail, every nail
Pull 'em out, pull 'em out with your teeth
I've been busy biting my tongue
Now I got the bloodiest grin
I hope you live a wonderful life
But you're finished living under my skin
Undermine, undermine, undermine
(Under my skin)
Undermine, undermine
(Under my skin)
Undermine, undermine, undermine
(Under my skin)
Undermine, undermine
Under my skin
Under my skin
It's a pity a part of me's so petty
My tendency is to pick at the old scabs
Maybe you could forever be unready
I'm not ready to say that there's no chance
Take whatever is heavy and hold steady
I'll be surfing the ebb and the flow, working on letting it go
Looking for heaven above, living in heaven below
Listen, I know that were getting bigger
I figure the clock is ticking, but if I'm digging and digging
And hitting nothing but rock I'll be stopping until I'm useful
I know that soon it'll become a possibility
We're not gonna be meeting 'til we're at another funeral
Had an epiphany, I know you're not my enemy
And if I'm thinking different the distance'll be the death of me
Destiny hasn't ever been part of my life philosophy
But I believe in opening every window you find
If your window's missing you draw a frame on the side of the wall
With a silver Sharpie and then you open it wide
If it doesn't open at least you know that you tried
And what can you do but try?
Maybe you and I were never meant to be tight
But say that we were to live for a ten-century life
You could always change your mind
Right up to 999
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine

Songwriters: George Watsky

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