He wrote the book and now I'm reading it,
I guess I'm in the middle, not quite sure,
Together with the characters I'm living it -
Love what they love, feel hardships they endure.
He wrote the book - it stated with an outline,
For me it's now - I cry, then smile and hope,
I wonder at the time, its paradigm,
We've coped, we're coping, we will have to cope...
He wrote the book, my story is unravelling,
He knows what's coming, knows the end as well,
Part of the journey's done and on I'm travelling,
How will my story end? We'll see 'cause He won't tell.