my guidance is gone cold, i'm wondering why  i even tried at all  the unity's gone with each passing day  and the thunder clouds roll in all  and even if you lead, its all gray, but hey  it will remind me that we stand tall  well be stronger, together we wont fall dear khamenei, i wrote you, but you still ain't calling  i left my cell, my pager, and satellite phone at the bunker hall  i sent two letters back in autumn, you must not have got 'em  there probably was a problem with the couriers or something  sometimes my signals cut, too sloppy when i'm talkin'  but anyways, screw it, what's been up, man? how's the revolution?  my fighters just found another arms cache, guess what they brought in?  a thousand rockets, gonna aim 'em right at zion  if i have a daughter, guess what i'ma call her? i'ma name her fatimah  i read about your rise in '79 too, i'm sorry  i had a friend back then who stood strong against the shah's army  i know you probably hear this every day, but i'm your biggest ally  i even got the posters of your sermons all over my lobby  i got a room full of your teachings and your fatwas, man  i like the way you guide us in the fight against the west and them  anyways, i hope you get this, man, hit me back  just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan  this is hassan
Australia