We reached this postal discontent
Letters gone of good intent...
Mailed through innocence standing by
Grieving words that drip and fly
Hollow hearts of echoed rings
Barely noticed mailman brings
When dedication writes its heart
When smiles and pains confuse this part
Then letters heavy with the years
Come back to haunt with dew drop tears
The tons of shadows turning gray
The innocence of bygone days
Never answered crying hearts
Honest Dear Johns come apart
Weeping hopes that soon dry out
When drip dried years finally shout
I did my best...I loved just right
Wars took hearts and returned blights
Youthful hearts of two who wrote
The pain of war that took and broke
The glory of the pure of hearts
When innocence and war confront
Bygone days and years on end
When love was king and boys were men.