I'll Be Missing You [But Baby, It's Almost '08]

Christmas is so much more beautiful
with the sound of liberation in my ears.

It's not the liberation that I wanted,
but it's far better than wading
in my self-doubt.

I've been having dreams of snow
a lot lately.
I'm not sure what I want to do with it yet,
but I know I'll be ready.

And every merry Christmas song feels a little more
meaningful than I ever knew before.
Because I've been singing,
I've been finding my own voice
and shouting from the trees.

So what if the wind's a little chilly?
I'll scream a ballad on the breeze
and fly high for liberation's sake.

I'll be free. I'm not afraid of that.

Author notes

"Ballad on the breeze" was part of a title of another writer's poem on the site, Saint Gut-Free. He's very talented, you all. Check him out if you want.

Tired of waiting. I hope you'll reach me someday.