Life is a book , Each day is a page
Each word, a moment in time
And as you read, the story unfolds ,
it’s there to see in your mind.
In my book of memories are words I don’t understand
Someone else has written them , a pen in a different hand.
As I look back, and think of the past,
Would I have chosen this way
One never knows what life has in store
you live it day by day
Why is it when somethings wrong it suddenly turns out great
Is it a twist of fate?
I’ve had my share of broken hearts,
and tears and pain,
What makes a man get on his feet and start again
Fate
Why is it , when your content and every things in it’s place
In the midst of happiness,love suddenly turns to hate
Is it a twist of fate?
Is it a twist of fate?
