So I sit and I write,
But my hand starts to ache,
The words in my heart,
Can't get to my page.

But I push through the pain,
That burns up my arm,
My thought must be known,
To my Dad and my Mum.

I say how sometimes it hurts,
'Cause i'm so far away,
And they don't ever call,
Just to say "HEY!"

Other times it's great,
I love them to bits,
When i'm with them back home,
Coz they're not gone to miss.

Wait... Even when I tell,
It seems they don't understand,
Why bother push through,
The pain in my hand...?