We see the white of the pages
Between fingertips
Evolving through ages
Resists tears and rips.
Between fingertips
Are the stories we’ve told
Resists tears and rips
As the wonders unfold.
Are the stories we’ve told
Full of light or full of dark?
As the wonders unfold
We fall under its mark.
Full of light or full of dark?
No one quite knows
We fall under its mark
As our inner light glows
No one quite knows
Evolving through ages
As our inner light glows
We see the white of the pages.