I guess it is time to watch life turn some pages
Nothing stays the same and life moves on
It’s not content to hover amidst broken dreams
On crinkled paper and faded print
Sentences rewrite themselves
As promises drift away
Hope tries to hang on as best it can
But tires so easily with it’s loss of strength
Believing and doubt walk together on this path
What will the story say on the last page?
With the final line printed for all to read
I know, it will say, “The End” and close the book.
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