A little time.

Pages through time,
full of storybook rhyme.
Seas and ocean to sail.
Come home without fail.

It isn't always meant to be.
At least, not for me.
It isn't right or wrong;
it's just a different song.

My life isn't history
but my own little story.
To me, it's not lame
but I never wanted fame.

I wanted something new-
kept between me and you.
I didn't want a fling
or a fancy diamond ring.

Just hold me tight
all through the night.
Look me in the eye,
swear to me you'll never lie.

I don't mean to tether.
You don't have to stay forever.
I don't want storybook rhyme,
just a little of your time.