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| the book of my life |
| 07.17.04 (8:59 am) [edit] |
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..let me watch by the fire and remember my days.and it may be a trick of the firelight. but the flickering pages that trouble my sight. is a book i'm afraid to write. it's the book of my days. it's the book of my life. and it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife. and it's all there to see as the section reveals. there's some sorrow in every life. if it reads like a puzzle. a wondering maze. then i won't understand 'til the end of my days. i'm still forced to remember. remember the words of my life. there are promises broken and promises kept. angry words that were spoken. when i should have wept. there's a chapter of secrets. and words to confess. if i lose everything that i possess. there's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die. there's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry. there are sentences served in a prison i built out of lies. there's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons. there are pages of conflicts that nobody won. and the battles you lost and your bitter defeat. there's a page where we fail to meet. there are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned. though the pages are numbered. i can't see where they lead. for the end is a mystery no one can read. in the book of my life.. [i].the book of my life.-sting-[/i] |
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