SANTA'S SECRET
Tree went down on the 26th
Dumped the food that made mybuttgetbig
Angel paper and Santa Claus
Are all half off in the shopping malls

Oh Awake my soul
Santa's on his way home.

Quite my job on the 31st
A job that robbed me of my thirst
My true self was in a deep dark sleep
My true self,
masked my creeps

Oh Awake my soul
Grizelda's on her way home.

Distractions can come in many forms
Like waiting for d to call me on the phone
But I'm going back to what my life Will be
When I don't crave him
will I be freer

Oh Awake my soul
Ben is on her way home

At first I'll have to force myself
To do the things that I love best
Won't wait another year
for Santa Claus
To bring to fruition
my true cause

Oh Awake my soul
I am on my way
Oh Awake my soul
I am on my way home

SANTA'S SECRET
Piano, Voice & Flute: Jennifer Terran

Music & Lyrics by: Jennifer Terran

Copyright 1999 Jennifer Terran / Grizelda Publishing