Traces of Time

(Yes, another song, jotted down on paper while waiting in line at the gun and knife show on Feb.28 2009, then stuffed in a pocket of mine, and found again).

If I were yours and you were mine
Our love would erase the traces of time
If love were a poem and ours was a line
You and I would create the perfect rhyme

If you were the king, and I the pauper
Would you listen to me for a bowl full of copper?
Could you put a price on my life and my song?
If you turned me away would you know you'd done wrong?
Would you follow me over mountain and sea?
Knowing you could be all you wanted to be.
And to follow your dreams is to live and be free

When I am yours and you are mine
Our love will erase the traces of time
Only one can create a love so divine
Only I can erase the traces of time

And if I am the King, and you the pauper
How much more would I give than a bowl full of copper
I wouldn't put a price on your life and your song
I wouldn't turn me away even though you've done wrong...
I am leading you over mountains and sea.
Knowing you will be all I made you to be
And I have given you dreams, so live and be free.

Forgetting all that lies behind...
I am erasing for you the traces of time.

(*ynthia