• Hello, Hello, my journal, my dear
    I have something, you'd like to hear
    Do you hear, the depression in-between
    The laughter and happiness of whats usually seen?
    Do you hear, the cold breath
    Of on coming, young, saddening death?
    Dear journal, don't you see?
    What it must be like, to be Deborah lee
    Dear Journal, cant you see?
    How much, how much, she means to me?
    Hello, hello, my journal, my dear
    Don't you hear
    The courage of our hearts, that over come that fear
    My journal, my dear
    Words on paper
    Don't begin to describe her tears