It’s the lonely season
When grief settles a matter
And memories haunt
Instead of prompting laughter
It’s the lonely season
A time to numb and deny
An ache that persists
No happy ending in sight
It’s the lonely season
When a taste or sound or smell
Serves as a reminder
Of days when all was well
It’s the lonely season
Meet the Christmas ghosts
Midnight spirits intrude
To mock a troubled soul
It’s the lonely season
When refugees were turned away
And a baby wasn’t welcome
For those alone, we pray