We started talking long ago,
Lost touch for some time.
Now he's back, low and behold,
Without reason nor ryme.
Now we're back like we should be,
Like a hand within a glove.
No one else on earth can see,
Our a special kind of love.
I can sit and talk to my friend,
He's always ready with an ear.
To hold my hand, until the end,
To get me past my fear.
He understands the things I feel,
Every promise made, He's kept.
I know in my heart that he's real,
Even though we've never met.
I thank you Greg, with all my heart,
You don't know how lost I'd be.
I hope our friendship never parts,
Without you, I'm not me!
