Book of Stories

You'll join me one day up there in the clouds
The angels will sing it will be the only sound

I'd like to write a book of love
But I don't know where to start
They say the best words are inside
They're inside your heart

But I have no heart, no soul, no emotion
It is better that way for me
To be the only solution

Life is not there to be lived

Book of Stories write me a novel
Blank pages that do not show.
So one day I can look back and forget what wasn't told
So one day I can look back and forget what wasn't told

Life is here to feel the love
To prove its real. Then you die
Feel what you want to feel inside
And be on your own high

My novel will end with a page of white snow
There is nothing there for you
To my friends the story will show

It's up there in that angel sky

Book of Stories write me a novel
Blank pages that do not show
So one day I can look back and forget what wasn't told
So one day I can look back and forget what wasn't told

You'll join me one day up there in the clouds
The angels will sing it will be the only sound
Life is not for the living you will understand
Trust me, I know the feeling



Credits
Writer(s): Stephanie Hills
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