The Year of Sunny December Blue turns to red and runs like a river, beating through a wild heart of stone. Eyes as red see blackened skin, In the year of sunny December. Tears pour to smiling lips, As hell bears the joy of mine. To hear the music of his voice In the year of sunny December. Another romantic tragedy, Unfolding before familiar eyes. As family rips a heart softened by love, In the year of sunny December. Bruises that fade leave binding scars, As love is strengthened by hate. Forgiveness will come to guide my way, Through the year of Sunny December. My #life through him grows, When all else has died my love forever goes on. One day ill be home running into his arms, After the year of sunny December.
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