Day and night I pray for mail.
Are my prayers always destined to fail?
All day long my hopes are high,
only to be let down by the night`s sky.
I only long to hear from you each day,
my prayers must be answered somehow, some way.
How Long has it been? Six, seven weeks now -
I`ve lost track of time with every frown.
I waited three months for mail at one time,
I had thought you`d forgotten me because of my crime.
afterwards, five weeks went slowly by
as I waited for a letter or a reply.
Then they called my bunk for mail that night,
A two page letter. What a sight!
I was so glad to hear from home
I`ve been surrounded yet felt completely alone.
The mail I get is spaced so far apart
it leaves just enough room for a broken heart
I draw and shade pictures to pass my time
all in hopes to get the family off my mind.
I begin to lose interest in all I do,
I become depressed when I think of you.
I stay in the Word to ignore depression,
I`ve begged over and over with so much passion.
What I beg for is not pictures or money, just a letter from you
For a letter can lift spirits and help see this time through.
I`ve got 45 years, that`s way too long to lose you now.
All the times I`ve been locked up, you`ve never let me down.
Stay beside me as long as you can,
I`ll continue praying, that`s my plan
I`m going to close this because I`m shedding tears,
unanswered prayers are my biggest fears.
Gurney Unit, TX
Source: The Echo, May 2013