Letters

When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away
When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say
I wrote her a letter every week
She couldnt wait to get them, she couldnt wait to see

What I was doing and all about my friends
What I was dreaming, places I had been
What I was hoping that I could be some day
I wrote it in my letters and I mailed them all away

She always wrote me back, every single week
And how I loved to get her letters from the time I could read
Years later I was going through her things
And I found all the letters, she had saved for me

When she went to Heaven, I cried so many tears
But shes here in these letters, after all these years

What she was doing and all about her friends
What she was dreaming, places she had been
What she had hoped for and things shed like to see
She wrote it in her letters and she mailed them off to me
She wrote it in her letters and she mailed them off to me