Reason to Survive

I haven't seen or heard from you in over ninety days.
You're in some other U.S. city, in some other U.S. state.
My feet are getting tired and it's getting kind of late.

So why am I still here? Why did I come, and why am I still here?

The church is filled with people so I'm standing in the back.
We try to ignore the sermon. Just another midnight mass.
Merry Christmas, you're all sinners. What else is there to add.

So why are we all here? Why did we come, and why are we all here?

The answer gently pricks me like a spear wound in my side.
We have all come searching for some reason to survive.
But it's been over ninety days since I have seen or heard from mine...




...So why am I still here?