The Call
I was having a bad week
I couldn’t stop the tears
I was really missing you
And wishing you were here
I hadn’t talked to you in
What seemed like weeks
I wanted to call
But I was to meek
I finally got the courage
To pick up the phone
I punched in the numbers
And I heard the dial tone
I began to hesitate
When the phone began to ring
But then you picked up
You made me want to sing
We didn’t talk long
But it was so sweet
You made me so happy
For the rest of the week
Maybe next time
It won’t take so long
To pick up the phone
And give you a call
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