I thought I'd write to Juliet
For she would understand
And when someone is already dead
They can no longer let you down.

Instead I find myself talking to you
As my oldest friend
Tell me how I can advise someone
That I don't even know to welcome death

Well I received a letter that
Is worth reporting
And though it may raise a cynical smile
It leaves a sinking feeling.

Like when a soldier in a story
Says to the sergeant,
"Have you seen my pride and joy?"
You know the rest
And it's no joke
Forgive me please, as I quote:

"This is a letter of thanks,
As I'm so bored here,
And I can't say where.
So I'm writing to people that I may never meet.
And I was thinking of something you said.

"I'm a female soldier
My name is Constance
I enlisted in the military
Needing funds for college
I'm twenty-three years old
And if I do get home alive
I imagine I may think again.

"I'm sleeping with my eyes open
For fear of attack
Your words are comfort,
They're the best things that I have
Apart from family pictures
And of course my gas mask.

"I don't know why I am writing to you"


~Macmanus, and perhaps a girl named Constance.

The Letter

I wrote you a letter
Things could be better
Full of promises, you got hopes and dreams
Did you get it
Have you read it
Talks about you and me
And the future, you see
Something no one can do
Is take the place of you
Can't you see you're one of a kind

Child, you're like a star
Set apart from the start of the world
This is your time
Rise and shine
Child, you're one of a kind.

Sometimes every thing's too much
Like the deepest cut
That hurts to be touched
When you hear it
If you feel it
Don't let it have its way
I'm writing to say
Something no one can do
Is take the place of you
Oh can't you see you're one of a kind

I know it's hard to hear promises
When the blue has turned to grey
Nobody said it was easy
But I know you'll find your way




~Newsboys

I've lost it all

I've lost my tears
I left them near my eyes.
It was some time ago that I used them.
I always lose things.

I lost my tears.

I watched you struggle to hide yours
I wish I could find my tears
I cannot get rid of the cry without them

Yet no tears come.