I`m a little mailbox who stands empty and bare
And I begin to wonder, does anybody care?
It only takes a minute to drop me a line
Then I would not feel that I was in decline.
My hinges become rusty when I`m not in use
If you don`t write to me then what can I deduce?
I think to myself, maybe you`ve lost my address
Or maybe your too busy and under duress.
If and when the mail arrives it will then resound
Almost like a massive bomb falling to the ground,
As I`m a little mailbox standing empty and bare
With a big empty space filled with nothing but air.
