Christmasses go by.
Year after year.
And every year I ask why.
So much happiness, so much fear.
We celebrate christmas
two days a year.
We keep peace, because of christmas
two days a year.
But what about the other days
and weeks that pass by?
We can give love, so many ways.
But we don't. And I ask why.
Wars are fought.
New battles will come.
What about the christmasthought
in all days yet to come?
Will it ever be
that one day I can say:
'This year, every one was free
every day, like christmasday'?