December was the darkest
Expected to be modest
She's second to the eldest
Trying to do all her best

Shallow hollow happiness
Smiling like one of the rest
Wearing her iron made vest
Everything seems like a mess

Everyday she wants to die
She's looking around to buy
Happiness without a lie
How could you even not try?

She was lost in her own room
Trying to escape the doom
Of the world's sadness and gloom
Can't wipe out with just a broom

She opened her heart's window
Taste the sweetness of meadow
By the grace of the most hallow
She is now on the right row

God thank you for your kindness
I threw my iron made vest
And my own selfish requests
I know this is for the best

Guide me to walk in your path
Without looking at earth's wrath
And swimming in a blood bath
I'll share everything you hath