Kim Churchill Like December
I am the chorus, I am the sound
I don't need anyone to bring it down
I am the sunrise, I am the clarity
I am the disappointment in your eyes as you leave
In a wild and worn September
I could follow your gaze
But I must move on like December
Into brighter days
I am the silence that follows the storm
And I am the violence that lingers on
I am the darkness, I am a mystery
I am the voices in my head
In a wild and worn September
I could follow your gaze
But I must move on like December
Into brighter days