Christmas without a prayer
No one to go to church with
And run their fingers through my hair
No one to buy me things I don't want
Bright-colored ties
Monogrammed things
An album by Wings
Christmas without a prayer
No one to feed the birds with
From cold park benches
Icy air
No one to tell me, the first date's too soon
No one to show me
Pictures of her kids
The first I've heard of kids
I'm saying a prayer
(I feel it)
I'll never despair
(I feel it)
I'm laying it bare
(I feel it)
I know there's a brighter day
No one to go to church with
And run their fingers through my hair
No one to buy me things I don't want
Bright-colored ties
Monogrammed things
An album by Wings
Christmas without a prayer
No one to feed the birds with
From cold park benches
Icy air
No one to tell me, the first date's too soon
No one to show me
Pictures of her kids
The first I've heard of kids
I'm saying a prayer
(I feel it)
I'll never despair
(I feel it)
I'm laying it bare
(I feel it)
I know there's a brighter day
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