The book of my life

"There are promises broken and promises kept

Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept

There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess

If I lose everything that I possess

There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die

There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry

There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies

Though the pages are numbered

I can't see where they lead

For the end is a mystery no one can read

In the book of my life" Sting

House of Books in St. Petersburg