I take my pen As i want to stand still Applaud their pain Everything is against their will For their lives they had a plan.
Fearless Being separated from their family Look how they're starving Do they deserve? Look how they're suffocating This isn't correct Look how they become homeless Nobody wants to address this This isn't fair.
They become more than hopeless Snatching away their rights Burying their dreams Dreams of the innocent children.
You hear the thud. Put on your dressing gown, rub your eyes. And wearily approach the door, wondering what it could be. Another bill, another promotion in a cunning disguise?
But there it is, dressed elegantly in plain white, With the stamp placed perfectly on the right. You see the swirls in the handwriting, The way they flick the k’s and how they curl their c’s.
You try to guess who sent this wonderful surprise You pick it up with care and, for an instant, freeze Then you abandon all restraint, and rip it apart Desperate to read what’s at its heart.
It takes thought and love to write. In a world full of texts, facetimes and calls. A letter hits the spot just right.
A short story, addressed to you And only you A little piece of history lies in your hand Keep these letters
Store them safely away For they will fill your heart with joy When you re-read them on a melancholy day Next time you are at a loss for something to do I beg of you, put down that phone Take out a pen and write a letter or two.