You showed me some pages from the book of your life.
Where the grandeur erases all the struggles and dents from this fight.
You have ways to the back road, destiny of my heart.
Where every tale from your life's book is an opening where we might start.
When I want to, I can reach you. Light that flows from your door.
Flares the pages, sets the stages, of what you did come here for.
Every view that a finder might take, words we choose to abide.
All the films an observer might make, will be lacking.
They'll be falling so short of your book
I'm reading farther, a place we're inseparable.
I revere those as best times that on this earth could be possible.
You point to the night sky, irreplaceable smile.
And the years that will follow will be challenged to be worthwhile.
What has spurred me, overturned me, sometimes meant as a clue.
To the rapture, of the chapters, from the story of you.
Every view that the finder might take, words we choose to abide.
All the films an observer might make, will be lacking.
They'll be falling so short of your book.
What has spurred me, overturned me, sometimes meant as a clue.
To the rapture, of the chapters, from the story of you.
Every view that the finder might take, words we choose to abide.
All the films an observer might make, will be lacking.
They'll be falling so short-
Every view that the finder might take, words we choose to abide.
All the films an observer might make, will be lacking.
They'll be falling so short of your book.