U N F I L T E R E D

That night
I can always remember
Though years has past

That night
On that day in December
When all that was , was glass

As I draped myself in my blanket
In an old broken down car
As I await the morning
As I bore the scar

Hear she comes
With a brand new baby boy
Here she is
Here comes joy

As I rushed to her
Happily filtered
But how can I say what's on my...