Book

(Verse 1)
In a little brown shelf, dusty tired and sad,
A little book set sail, a dreamland to be met.
From Paris streets where the moonlight kisses monuments of ancient glows,
To Tokyo tales where the cherry blossom over mount fuji blows.
(Chorus)
Oh, little book, dance through the night,
Collecting chapters in the morning light.
From Sydney's waves to Cairo's sands,
A little book travels across far-off lands.
(Verse 2)
In Venice, it spins with a gondola's pace,
Whispering secrets in a soft, warm embrace.
Through Rio's carnival, colors so bright,
It twirls with the samba, a jubilant flight.
(Chorus)
Oh, little book, dance through the night,
Collecting chapters in the morning light.
From Nairobi smiles to the peaks of Japan,
Some stories bizarre some are the once of our life.
(Bridge)
With each turn of the page, dreams come alive,
In Istanbul’s bazaars where colourfull stories thrive.
Ink made of stardust to fill the void,
A wanderer’s heart, forever employed.
(Outro)
So spin your globe, take a look, my friend,
In every corner, new wonders blend.
Oh, little book, on this journey so tough,
In every city, lights glisten memories to touch.
Little book will age and stumble in time stories vanish pages loose colour and crumble.