There is a certain honesty in books,
Sincerity not often found today
You can’t judge one by how his cover looks,
Like people. Yet we judge them anyway.
When flipping through the pages of a tome
Some magic happens in the reader’s mind
So one can, from the comfort of his home
Find something that few others can e’er find
The truth inside a book is very rare
For it depicts our lives for what they are
Until you find someone for whom you care
Whatever world, you’re in, you won’t go far
See, books have always told us, since their birth
The people in your life are what it’s worth