Silent Drummer on Christmas Night

A silent night, a lonely heart,

Searching for a brand new start.

Whispers of the past, shadows fall,

Feeling lost, yet standing tall.

It's 1865, and I sit here in my room,

Lost in thoughts, beneath the oil lamp's gloom.

A little drummer boy marching down the street,

Echoes of a distant, rhythmic beat.

Wishing for a love that's true,

Someone to see the real me through.

Not run away, but hold me tight,

Say everything's gonna be alright.

Oh, what a lonely Christmas day,

Dreams of love just slipping away.

A wounded heart in silent pain,

Hoping for warmth in the cold rain.

Through the darkness, I still believe,

Someday, someone will love me for me.

A hopeful prayer on a winter's night,

Guided by a little drummer's light.

So I keep on riding, through the tears,

Facing down my hidden fears.

A humble soul trying to find,

The love that Erases all my mind.