Oh! The lives we led
Though now we’re bent
And curled at the edges like old leaves.
Oh! The cuts we bled
When joy ran rampant
And we wore our hearts upon our sleeves.
And, oh! The mercies that we pled!
From deaf unseeing gods
In whom today only the luckiest believes.
All bound together
Uniting under tender tether
Braving cold, inclement weather
Sheltered under Christmas eaves.