Wild with wonder, the excitement builds. Only
Eleven days ’til Christmas! Counting down, dreaming, better not pout…
Eagerly awaiting a Santa who will never come. NO!
Inciting outrage at God and guns. Mankind is
Numb, nostalgic for a simpler time, when
Good triumphed evil.
Angels, mere babies with
No chance at love or life, forever
Gone. Sweet innocence lost. Visions of sugarplums
Erased by dark madness. My soul is
Anne Sofie von Otter – J. Brahms “Wiengenlied” (Cradle Song) Op. 49, No. 4