The Book Of My Life

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days..
And it may be a trick of the candle light
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 a fruit on the blade of a knife.....
And its 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 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 taht were spoken,when i should have wept....
There's a chapetr of secrets and words to confess.......
If i lose everything that i possess....
Theres a chaptre on loss and a ghost who wont die.....
Theres a chapetr on love where the ink is never dry.....
Theres are sentences i served in a prison that i built out of lies...

Though teh pages are numbered i cant see where they lead.............
For the end is a mystery noone can read...
Such is the book of my life....

Theres a chapter on deeds i shouldnt have done....
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won.....
And the battles i lost and bitter defeat,Theres a page of what my soul needs......
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
Theres a chapter on God i dont understand...
Such is the book of my life.....

Though teh pages are numbered i cant see where they lead.............
For the end is a mystery noone can read...
Such is the book of my life....


Fahad Khan.........
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