It's the book of my days

"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...  

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"

Sting, The book of my life

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