Another misspelled rhyme written in the book of time. In one page I´ve spent all my life. Ink ain´t even dry, I´ve been living in a lie? How could I trust in someone of your kind? 

And I got today another letter in the mail. I can´t read it here, not today. And when years go by the unopened letter meets my eye. I'm older and wiser, but still afraid. 

What if I read it and it is -full of love. How can I face it if I am wrong? 

Do you feel? Do you care about me? Did you wait and love all this time? 
I am here, would you come and find me. Does your writing guide me thru this all? 

What if I´ll read it and it is - full of love. What if you´ll tell me that I am wrong?