(Rex Griffin)



Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend

What have I done that's made you so distant and cold

But sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again

Will you be happy when you are withered and old.



I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine

And I cannot offer you clothes that your young body craves

But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine

Just think of the teardrops the heartache and misery you'll save.



While I am writing this letter I think of the past

And of the promises that you are breaking so free

Son to this old world I'll soon bid my farewell at last

I will be gone when you read this last letter from me...