Traces — Gloria Estefan

Faded photograph Covered now with lines and creases Tickets torn in half, memories in bits and pieces Traces of love long ago that didn't work out right Traces of love

Things we used to share Souvenirs of days together The ring he used to wear Pages from an old love letter Traces of a love long ago that didn't work out right Traces of love with me tonight

I close my eyes and say a prayer That in his heart he'll find a trace of love still there, Somewhere

Traces of hope in the night that he'll come back and dry These traces of tears from my eyes

Traces of hope in the night that he'll come back and dry These traces of tears from my eyes