November evening the warmth of families in the air.
Dinner's on the table but there's one empty chair.
They had a fight this morning;
He said he's never coming home,
But for her it's almost normal being married all alone.

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That stony fear and hate,
That words can't articulate
When walls of silence,
When walls of silence go up,
When walls of silence go up
Our lives come down.


She then puts on a brave face,
But they can see it in her eyes.
Sometimes puttin' on a brave face is such a thin disguise.
And they never want to come home,
It just reminds them of the pain.
And they hope and pray that their lives
Will never end up the same.

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