Of Unsent Letters
Jeffrey Scott Lyster, Mark O. Everett
Years falling by
Like the leaves dead in the cold
I've got a desk full of unsent letters
That I should have sent long ago
Dear, long lost love
It is me
The one who gave up
And I couldn't blame you for cursing my name
And damning the thought of my love
Love hear me out
Just this once
I swear if you know
How much I miss you
And what its been like
Knowing what I can't undo
Hours dragging by
Like my feet shuffling home
I've got a desk filled with unsent letters
That I should have sent long ago
