Caroline

It's been countless days, since last we wrote And countless more, since last we spoke But now that's all that remains The letters that make up your name And I used to see every line that crossed Your face, but now the lines are lost In 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 of our love but it never came Just hoped my Caroline was safe And just as I had always feared Your precious words they disappeared In to 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.