|She lost her love on a battlefield, three hundred
years before. Since then she had wandered through the years, life
after life, searching. Warrior, rice-maiden, horse-woman, noble
and common, from one end of the country to the other she searched, and
still she could not find him.
Now he was here, but now she was not free. She had nothing but family...a family with other ideas about her goal, who demanded that she remain. He had social standing but he did not remember her, after all these lives, all these years. Now, the only way she could reach him and remind him of their past, the only way she could hope to rekindle his love, was through a song. With tears in her heart she raised her voice and told him:
Ninety Nine Steps
I've spent centuries, lost without a clue
But now I've found you, you are so far above
With one last step I reached for you but I stumbled to
(chorus:duet) You and I both know we'll never make it in this town,
When I finally saw your face, it almost broke my heart
The chances that I'll share your love are looking very
And so, I know, our love is letters written in the sand,
I've shown my heart but you don't stop and I tumble like
So I sing my songs and hide my heart and travel with my
You and I both know we'll never make it in this town,
I just can't go on this way, seeing you around, but....
Note: I've heard it said that 'love is a battlefield.' When you love someone you are vulnerable to the slightest nuance of word or glance, you know that you can go through ninety-nine social rituals and still make that one single mis-step that will crush your hopes for a relationship. You fear that one step far more than you do flubbing any of the other ninety-nine, for that one is fatal. This is what I was hoping to say with this song.