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The Book of My Life- Sting Ft Anoushka Shankar

Am a big fan of fusion music and though am not an avid Sting listener, I just love this song by them as it has a really soothing music with use of various instruments like Sitar(played By Anoushka Shankar), Violin, Cello, Tabla and Drum Sets. What makes this song more special is the fact that it has some really deep and meaningful words. So I wanted to share these words with you.

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I’m afraid to write

It’s the book of my days, it’s the book of my life
And it’s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it’s all there to see as the section reveals
There’s some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won’t understand ’til the end of my days
I’m still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There’s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die
There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There’s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There’s a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn’t be planned
There’s a chapter on god that I don’t understand
There’s a promise of Heaven and Hell but I’m damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight’s returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that’s left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life