Empty Journal

An empty journal with a picture of an idol in the jacket that he wore before he died

Did he make you want to take your empty pages, turn them into something magical inside?

And you wondered if his life was that much better just because he had his words at his command

Did he show you all his pain, did he make you want to make the most of all the love there is at hand?

Your empty journal, it’s not eternal, it’s not infernal and you’ll see

This empty journal, it’s not eternal, your blank description of reality

Will you fill it with the notes of a strange person who found everything revolved around his head?

Will you fill it with the wisdom of an angel who was always much too quiet for the things she said?

Your empty journal, it’s not eternal, it’s not infernal and you’ll see

Your empty journal, it’s not eternal, this blank description of reality

Something’s telling you to find your inspiration in the music you remember best of all

And if you feel yourself in tune with your own lifetime, you may find that you are great as well as small

And you’ll wonder if your life is that much better just because you have your words at your command

Will you show them all your pain, will you make them want to make the most of all the love there is at hand?

Your empty journal, it’s not eternal, it’s your internal company

Your empty journal, it’s all eternal, could be your turning point, you’ll see


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