The Day After

The tree is gone, the garlands are down,
Nothing left to make me frown,
Everything’s been put away,
So today is just another day.
I sit here quiet and look around,
Now some peace, I have found,
This time of year is passing fast,
This season will not be the last.
This time of year will come again,
Maybe it will be the time when,
When I grow past the pain,
‘Cause nothing will ever be the same.
In time I will grow through the pain,
And maybe next year won’t be the same,
A new tradition I will find,
Make it something, that is mine.
I cannot go back to the past,
Maybe short trips that do not last,
I will learn to heal from the pain,
‘Cause nothing can ever be the same.

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