Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Mr Postman (send me my letter)

If ever I have the chance to meet you
over the long line that separates us
would you be nice enough to lend me
your smile

if the time is over,for me to ever start to write my letter
and the words are messy you couldn't read or one way another
would you say...
it doesn't matter..

and I, here...
singing you my lullaby
singing you my lullaby

not another day goes by
thinking how the world spins around us
and I, here...

singing you my lullaby
singing you my lullaby
know that I'm here

sitting on the bench on the sunny day afternoon
tapping my fingers..
waiting for you.
Mr postman...know I'm waiting for you
Mr postman....send me this letter please you do.