Life’s a book upon the table,
Pages turnin’, truth unstable.
Might be love, a sweet romance,
With a happy end, a last slow dance.
Might be sorrow, might be pain,
A lonesome road, cold as rain.
Maybe verses, maybe rhyme,
Take me back to a simpler time.
To my childhood, to my dreams,
Where the future still gleams.
Flippin’ pages way too fast,
Didn’t see my youth had passed.
Was it a novel, was it a song?
Still got chapters, still ain't gone.
But my eyes don’t chase the sky,
They look back, they wonder why.
In the quiet, thoughts unwind,
Turn the pages, back in time.
And it’s clear, just like a sign –
We all write our book, our own design.
Creating the book of destiny для SUNO
© Copyright: Александр Лаврентьев, 2025
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