My daughter came home crying, so hard she couldn’t speak,
I tried my best to calm her, wiping the tears from her cheek,
What is it my dear that’s upset you, Why are you crying so?
“Oh mummy, its too awful, you wouldn’t want to know”.
Merry Christmas kiddie winkles, Santa is on his way,
He’s putting on his big red suit and getting on his sleigh,
No time to have your supper kids, Rudolph’s nose is red,
So quickly kiss your mum goodnight and get yourself to bed.
'Goodnight' my darling he whispered, as he perched himself on the bed,
'I was thinking of you today, you know, about the day we wed.
You looked so pure and perfect, like a cherub upon a cloud,
Approaching me from down the isle. you made me feel so proud.
Alone in the forest, not a bird or a bee,
Crowded by weeds and the overhang tree,
She sits on a swing made of old wood and vines,
Swinging backwards and forwards, she never smiles.
If doing something crazy, would label you insane,
would you never do it, just keep your life the same?
Who tells us what is normal, who says how things should be
If everyone did what’s ‘normal’, there’d be no you and me.