You used to be a postman.
I saw one today
about your age
and remembered you.

You used to carry letters.
I asked you to write
Because I am not fond
of this digital world.

You know how to write.
I hope that you do
Only speak to me
with the words on the paper.

In the days you were e a Postman,
from a country across the ocean,
I wrote to you.
You never wrote to me.

This heart has memories
This heart had once beat along the melody of love
Somehow sorrow's web is still alive
The spiders met the butterflies
It was long ago, but the memory of this heart
won't let it go

How this heart wishes to be free
how this heart waits for a hero
how this heart longs for peace

Peace, all this heart wants now
Peace is what this heart needs to be free
There are no letters on the bed
No letters like the ones in the dream,
From the one who saved this heart

How it ails this heart
that the hero became villain

Did this heart create this villain?

Peace calls this heart to love the enemy
This heart longs for peace.
This heart longs for love.

But this heart is still lost.

There is no prize in the bottom of your bottle
I wish you would put it down
Brother, because I love you.
I cannot stop you
But I won't stop loving you
and neither will He.
Brother, do you know He died for you?
You left home too soon
We didn't become friends, like I always wanted.
Brother, do you know I wish you were here?
You look for lovers
who leave you empty inside
She is waiting, and she has a beautiful heart
I can't wait to meet her.
Brother, I hope you understand what love should be
I wear a picture of us around my neck
next to the cross He carried
Hoping that your heart will change
Hoping that we will be closer someday
Brother, do you know I love you?
I think of you every single day.
And so does He.

You were in a place
We cannot fathom or compare
As if etched in stone
It never leaves your memory
That is why we silence our lips
Though our hearts are never silent
because you will never be forgotten