I turn pages of old dusty tome
In which my destiny is inscribed
And I am all by myself, all alone
Only with remembrances beside
Each of them a brilliant speck of light
Each of them is all mine and shining
They leave fiery trails in their flight
They stay above then my hope is declining
I turn the pages looking for better days
The tome is written full and it is undone
And yet I seek a chance to change my ways
And to find her within... What I've become?
I turn the page to find the one I miss
Till I understand... Next page does not exist