Open the book and read, dream and imagin,
The words that lay.
Todays the day that we will all open to the pages and think,
Think back.
For the book holds our life, our dreams and hopes.
For what we imagin, and for what we live for.
From the heart breaks and smiles along the way.
To the makeups and the tears shed.
A book, a journal, a diray,
Which ever, but all mean the same.
For thee says life is what we make it.
Life is for us to live, and for us to make the best of all moments.
Life owes us nothing, for it is giving to us, everything.
From the world, to what it holds,
We look at it with open eyes,
And when we do, thought swril around.
And those thoughts, those dreams, and those hopes,
Are what we write down,
To be able to look back and remember what it was like then.
In our life book.
