The magic of the Holidays still gets to me You’ll find me wiping my tears with a sleeve I’m not ashamed to outwardly proclaim it I still believe
These days I walk the streets with childlike innocence Searching for anything with the Christmas spirit But I find most of the world has become Scrooge A sad truth & many of you don’t wanna hear it
But I know we can be better than this All of us can always return back here To the love & magic of the Holidays Let me be the first to pour you a cup of cheer
Fluttering hearts on a broken trail Do you know your own soul Too many nights Too many sad songs Your mind sent off balance Thinking cursed thoughts Can you cleanse yourself Any way to be free
Finding the courage to excel Knowing your place doesn’t compute Internal struggles with society Forcing a soul to be steadfast & resolute
Innocent people lost in tragic groupthink Needing to be fleshed out in their own air It’s a lonely world among the righteous Devoid of rhetoric; most are sadly unaware
Captain Q 