Should I measure our time together in years
It would be merely a tic in the face of infinity
I have talked with you and sampled your fears
One hour of that is your pain through eternity
To save you and be with you is where I need to be.
But pain and dreams are not part of life’s plan
Scattered gifts are casually handed out to man
Some have wealth, some luck, and others nought
And some have fortune with labour dearly bought
I have planned and I have wished for some things
And all I planned and wished turned to nought
But those very same wishes made some men kings.