Book and the Wind

I was like an open book , Kept under the tree of a garden , Never too heavy or a burden . I was waiting for somebody to look through me , Maybe I was too free for anyone to read , It was never a secret to who I was , Wind was the only one who knew me . Everyone came to speak up their mind . Not to know my blinds , I became a listener , more like an stranger . Season after season, Through the hazy sunshine , Through the dim midnight lights , Through some flickering Through some snowy nights . I've been through all . The words written fade away Even though they are here , It's all blur anyway . Now , nobody knew the beginning or ending All the scars are buried till the end After all this , everything that happened Now everyone wants to know the real me Saying I'm so secretive . Thinking back , I guess It was an expensive book , That's why nobody reached it . It was in the sky , It have it's own wings to fly . Wind became it's bestfriend , Who sees it's worth . It can't say or listen it just understand..... It express in its own way and told the book "You are supposed to be needed , not wanted "