matt, here is the song, start memorizing, i changed around a lot, cuz it makes mroe sense this way.
Fold me a letter...a keepsake to hold in my backpocket... for times when hope seems distant and any form of a lighter matter is crushed by the waves of time that break on a pulse..resting in an envolope sealed too tight to be broken by a premature viewer.......worried and damaged, these words consumed in an anxious womb. boudn tight by limting walls, waiting for a day, a day when its ink will see the light of of the intended eyes, the words which you have placed so delicatley onto this sheet will rise in a form that one cant simply read with basic learned intellect... i will be ready and waiting, but you wont be when i send mine. a pen speaks the gratitude which i can only convey on paper. will you please accept the blessings i send. and i look for the carrier to properly deliver you this mesage. my only hope is to fake my health, walking through a beggers route, shrieking wiht my hands foled on my head, tears being held back too hard, vision blurred, burned, and scarred, reddned skies receive my plee...." please send this letter, please send this letter."