Some Books Never Close

Forty years of dust and spines

Packing boxes, drawing blinds

Then I found a hidden note

Folded in a coat of prose (ahhh)

Hundreds more began to fall

From the shelves and off the wall

How a chapter saved a heart

How a sentence made them start (oh-oh)

Because some books never close

Even when the cover folds

Every line we read and shared

Proves somebody out there cared

Then the bell began to ring

Footsteps bringing everything

Forty years of faces bright

Gathered in the fading light (hahaha)

Because some books never close

Even when the cover folds

Every line we read and shared

Proves somebody out there cared

We are written on the wind

Where the stories all begin

Some books never close

(never close)