Saturday, March 25, 2006

Book of My Life

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days,
and it may be the 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,
and 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.

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.

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,
there's a chapter on god that I don't understand,
there's a promise of Heaven and Hell, but I'm damned if I see.

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.

Now the daylight's returning.
If one sentence is true,
all these pages are burning, and all that's left is you.

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.


By Sting, from the CD Sacred Love

..English songs, Sacred Love, Sting

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi owner and the visitors !!

please help me find Ring tone of this song, in India....It would be most appreciated