The Diary's Locket

(hm mmm mmm)

Found a leather book beneath the floorboards of the hall No name

upon the cover, just a pattern on the wall

I opened up the pages to a date that's yet to come

It had my name written down beneath a rising sun

Oh, the ink is dry but the words are moving on

Spelling out the hours from the dusk until the dawn

Every single step I take was written in her hand

A stranger's diary holding secrets of the land

(how does she know?)

Tomorrow at the noon hour,

it says I'll hear a sound

A heavy wooden knocking where no doorway can be found

And then the ink gets darker,

detailing what I'll say

I want to close the cover but I cannot look away

Who wrote these pages in the dust?

Whose hand is this that I now trust? (ahhh)

Oh,

the

ink is dry but the words are moving on

Spelling out the hours from the dusk until the dawn

Every single step I take was written in her hand

A stranger's diary holding secrets of the land

And the final page...

is tomorrow's date... (shhh)