I Am a Song

If I was a song would you play me Or just let the pages be Blowing across an empty table Like some unread worn fable Would you filter through and read each page Direct the words as if I was on a stage Tell me what and where to go Or whether to come to and fro If I was a song would you sing me And find the chords that has to be Take the time to make it right Or would you put me out of sight I wonder as I look up at you Do you even feel like I do The pages lie here for you to see I am your song come and play me