I don't think I'm okay,
not today. When dad came home, he told
me go upstairs, I close my eyes.
A tear falls down, as I drop onto my
bed, not again. My anger hits, as I
hear mom cry again.
Things are confusing I don't know what
I should turn to.
Should I run away?
Dad has gone crazy,
the last time I think I might, put him in his place.
I think I just might run away.
December falls, and I forgot it's meaning,
to look to Christ.
I'll help you dad, I'll show you there's a meaning.
I think I should look to my heart.