Epilog

ALL WORK IS DONE, AND TIRED I AM
TRY TO SLEEP SO HARD I CAN
BUT STILL UNREST MY SOUL WORKS ON
SOON I'LL LOST WHAT I HAVE WON

WHAT FUTURE BRINGS OR WHAT WAS PAST
WILL BE FORGOTTEN THEN AT LAST
WHAT REMAINS IS WRITTEN THERE
TO SPEAK THE TRUTH JUST EVERYWHERE

I KNOW MY WORDS DON'T MEAN THE SAME
FOR WHAT THE WORLD IN YOU DO BLAME
BUT THAT'S MY HOPE, THE WINDS ARE GONE
SOON I'LL LOST WHAT I HAVE WON

SO I KEEP ON TO WRITE MY WAY
SO WHAT I THINK I GOT TO SAY
AND ONE BY ONE YOU TURN THE PAGE
AS IF YOU WATCH ANOTHER AGE

MY ARTIFACT LIES IN YOUR HAND
NO MATTER IF YOU UNDERSTAND
UNTIL I KNOW WITHOUT COMMENT
ANOTHER BLACKBOOK TAKES IT STAND