Each day, an old book closes.
close
Doors tell us to push or pull;
people do no such thing.
The clock ticks. It’s almost midnight.
I have to be close to where I want to be.
Each day, an old book closes.
Doors tell us to push or pull;
people do no such thing.
The clock ticks. It’s almost midnight.
I have to be close to where I want to be.
