By: Chestnuts / K. Guevarra
Honestly can you think?
Where will I be?
If you haven't found me
Stuck between the pages of the book you never see.
I praise the day you found me there
Though I know inside your mind
That thought is left bare.
I know I can only watch you from where I stand
To watch only from this anywhere free of anyone's hand
I believed before that one day you'll find me
Weeping in the epilogue of the life they wrote down for me
To be trapped in between these laden parks
To be set astray because of these unwitting remarks
They made me move like a puppet on a string
I forgot, by their words, they bring my life to a beginning
You don't know how hard I've been dreaming
To reach the place they call heaven for so long
But no one told me how to get there
No one really knows for sure
I'm stuck in a place where they know nothing but do
The things the writer lays down for you
But in you I saw my liberation
In your soul I saw my salvation
Please let not this my final and hopeless plea
For you to come into my world and save me