Book Of Life

Book Of Life_Sting

 

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 wandering maze

Then I won't understand â??til the end of my days

I'm still forced to remember,

Remember the words of my life

 

Picture Taken @ North Brother Island

 

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