Traces

Faded photographs,
Covered now with lines and creases,
Tickets torn in half,
Memories and bits and pieces,

Traces of love
Long ago
That didn`t turn out right
Traces of love...

Ribbons from her hair,
Souvenirs of days together,
The rings she used to wear,
Pages from an old love letter,

Traces of love
Long ago
That didn`t turn out right
Traces of love
With me tonight.

I close my eyes
And say a prayer
That in her heart she`ll find
trace of love still there,
Somewhere....
 [bad word] 

Traces of hope
In the night
That [bad word] back and dry
These traces of tears
>From my heart.