paroles de chanson This Christmas - Arnel Pineda

Through all these years
Into crossfires of conflicts
Buried in your eyes are bloodstain of fears.
You've trekked through a life.
All homeless and loveless,
Wounded and in near death.
I wonder if you'll ever find
The healing comfort of His cradle.

Can I be your Santa?
Can I be the gift?
Can I be your hero?
Can I be your freedom?
Ooooh, ooooooh
This Christmas.

Painful tears and of cold roads are fading.
Enough of sadness
Days ahead are brighter.
Angels' little hands are reaching to raise you.
The kindness of Yuletide from the heavens.

So let me be your Santa.
Let me be your gift.
Let me be your hero.
Let me be your freedom.
Oooooh, oooooh
This Christmas.

I'll never be our savior in a manger.
Instead, a friend who will stand by your side.

So let me be your Santa
Let me be your gift.
Let me be your hero.
Let me be your freedom.

So let me be your Santa.
Let me be the light.
Let me be your hero
Who will set you free.
Oooooh, oooooh

This Christmas.