Caroline

It's been countless days

Since last you wrote

And countless more since last we spoke

But now that's all that remains

The letters that make up your name

I used to see every line across your face

But now the lines are lost

And stories told, and I've grown old

Let me read again the letters that you sent

Caroline

Wrote to me every day

Of that July

But now that's all I have left

Just thirty-one pages of Caroline

I waited all that time for you

To write me back, to write a new

Verse of our love, but it never came

Just hope my Caroline was saved

And just as I had always feared

Your precious words they disappeared

Into my mind as I went blind

Let me read again the letters that you sent

Caroline

Wrote to me every day

Of that July

But now that's all I have left

Just thirty-one pages of Caroline

To pick them up

Might cut my hands and blind me

To pick them up

Might cut my hands and blind me

Let me read again the letters that she sent