My Marie

Clark/Robinson

I saw you down, in the underground
With a knight in tarnished armor,
You looked a little harder,
But there was softness in your smile

The magic spell, you weave so well
Still lives in me unbroken,
My love for you unspoken,
Though it's been here all the while

I can't believe it's really you, my Marie
Have you finally realized, where you want to be
I've known for sometime,
Somewhere down the line,
You were meant to be with me, Marie

The last I heard, your painted word,
Still lived with canvas dancers,
Who asked you for no answers,
To the questions you deny

You bring the darkened walls to light
While the city rolls in slumber,
Reflecting what you remember,
From the ages you've survived

I can believe it's really you, my Marie

Your brush it swirls, through worlds now lost,
To wars of greed and passion
And to the few that do survive
There is no satisfaction
The angry sons, who pound the drums,
Of dogma and religion
Know nothing of your vision
That true love never dies

I've plundered through a fortune
Just to take a beggar's wages
While I try to write the pages
Of the book of many lives

I can't believe it's really you, my Marie

So here we meet, on a one-way street,
In this village full of clutter
You know that no one knows you like
You know there is no other

The mirror of the morning
Finds a poet half awakened,
With a song that was mistaken,
For a dream still in his mind

I can't believe it's really you, my Marie
Have you finally realized, where you want to be
I've known for sometime
Somewhere down the line
You were meant to be with me, Marie