Tekster: Christmas Fuller Project. Desert Girls.

Two sisters with black bangs like their mom
celebrating the bulb
that chose to light the room
they shared with mom and dad.

I saw one?s socks, her shoes were with holes.
I saw one?s well-worn hands.
Still they jumped and still
they clutched their gifts so tight.

You might cry for me,
but I cry for you no more.

With their heads on my shoulders,
one read a verse that she knew.
The other colored paper.
Their father laughed.

In this desert, within walls
of cinderblock and foam,
I saw blessings received,
yet hearts kept pure.

I cry for you no more

(Thanks to Cameron for these lyrics)