Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today To talk about a book we loved to death Reflecting on the message of the pen Its stories read over and over again But this book is not just about somewhere else Starring each and every single one of us Pages filled with our own memories, masterplans Never forgotten, no not ever and ever again It's up to us to write the sequel, It's up to us to live unfinished stories As we are the writers, the actors and the audience all in one Sadly enough some books are no longer near Before we finish them they seem to have disappeared Or you find out they have an open end When you turn the last page over and over again It's up to us to write the sequel, It's up to us to live unfinished stories The future is unwritten, let's try to write It's up to us to write the sequel, It's up to us to live unfinished stories As we are the writers, the actors and the audience all in one But as with everything, when books get older their pages crumble Blank spots, dried out ink, when books get older they disassemble But as with everything, when we get older we start to stumble Blind eyes, dried out skin, what is left are the words and what we'll remember