LYRIC FOR SALE

By Michael Chambers Songwriting

She’s like an open book
That no-ones read
Sitting on the table
Beside her bed
She’s reached the chapter
The page unturned
Where love comes calling
As the fever burns

The sound of passing time
Is all she hears
The clock’s still ticking
As the fever sears
Her heart with sorrow
And loneliness so deep
Turn the page
Before you go to sleep

Could there be a future
Beyond this page
Dare she hope for
A chance at centre stage
In the performance
Of her life
Her only dream
Is to be a wife

Is there a happy ending
To this tale
Is the page worth turning
Or will her hopes fail
Can she write the story
Create her end
And to another
Her true love send