Another day at mail call and not hearing my name,
choosing different places where I can throw the blame.
I want to say it's their fault for not writing,
but I know that's not right, so my tongue I keep biting.
I hang my head and walk back to my room,
with hopes that I'll hear from them soon.
I'm confident that they're out there thinking of me,
if only they'd put it on paper, so I could see.
Surely my request isn't all that hard,
it's not like you have to go buy a card.
Any old scrap piece of paper will do,
as long as it has 3 or 4 words from you.
In here those words are as good as a touch,
actually they are desired just as much.
I know that touch is so far away,
but you can still do it, with a letter today.
Joey Graham 11-6-08