Yellowing pages, dusty and old
Flowing words; a river of black and gold
Beginnings and endings untold
Tracing the outline of every little bend
Warm ink painted on pages cold
Slip into stories from times new and old
Of the brave, beautiful and bold
Flying far, unto the imaginations end
To familiar worlds so unknown
Valleys of flowers and castles of stone
Glow with all the beauty adorn
The place where truth and lies blend
Lies the little story of our own
Imperceptible ties of love that shine
Colours of good times bygone
