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 Im afraid to write
Its the book of my days, its the book of my life
And its cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And its all there to see as the section reveals
Theres some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I wont understand til the end of my days
Im 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
Theres a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
Theres a chapter on loss and a ghost who wont die
Theres a chapter on love where the inks never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I cant see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Theres 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,
Theres a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldnt be planned
Theres a chapter on god that I dont understand
Theres a promise of Heaven and Hell but Im damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I cant see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylights returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all thats left is you
Though the pages are numbered
I cant see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
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