Goodbye to X-mas, Hello New Year,
the past is gone, tomorrow's near;
the lights are up, but not for long,
tomorrow will be, your new song.
So make those stupid resolutions,
held for three weeks at the most;
there's no answers or solutions,
so today, just make a toast!
Here's to love and health and laughter,
to old friends and memory;
forget the pain that comes right after,
what the tortured mind does see.
Bury remnants of the hurt,
that you've carried for too long;
shovel them beneath the dirt,
forget the times that you've been wrong.
The years fly past like rain still falling,
you've been soaked and never dry;
get with the new year and your calling,
you'll only make it, if you try.
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