Oh, Santa, please come quick,
And hold this letter dear...

As the phone calls started coming
Full of worry, fret, and fright...

Dont judge me for the things you do not know
The looks I never gave you - the feelings I dont...

Im fading into another world
As I allow myself to be caught up...

It's not your fault
That years ago...

Although one may often wish,
To forget their past mistakes...

My heart breaks as another day passes
With me starring longingly at the phone...

The pressure from your body
Wears down upon my skin...

Im looking down upon the soft
Earth beneath my feet...

Good morning, angel,
The sun still rose...

There she sits
That poor girl...

The church bells started ringing,
As a mother bowed her head...