There have been so many pages in this book of mine
I turn each page and it changes time
In many years tears I've cried
And many times asked the question "why"
In my younger years, I had it all laid out
I knew in my heart what life was about
Each page had joy of my dreams to come
I had it all written, love and laughter, I was naive, so young
But as I have grown, the pages brought pain
Tear-stained from heartache, I dreamt sunshine, it rained
So many times I've wanted to end my book
To not turn the page, close my eyes, not look
But the book must not end until it is time
Because the decision to end it is truly not mine
I hope for some pages, with joy, not pain
I hope for some pages with sunshine, not rain