[Intro]
Dust and hush, a soft bell of rain on glass.
[Verse 1]
In the history aisle, a fluttering note appears,
Whimsical handwriting dances through the years.
The ink seems to murmur from pages worn and slow,
A secret from the past that makes her blush and glow.
[Verse 2]
Her heart debates softly, should I or should I not?
Return it to the shelf or keep the moment caught?
If I let it linger, will fate lend a sign?
If I return it, could a new tomorrow align?
[Chorus]
Should I or shouldn’t I, I’m tangled in a sigh,
Return the note to the shelf or let the secret fly.
A whisper in the pages, from the past it slips near,
Will a shy heart decide, or will doubt disappear?
[Bridge]
Maybe the past is patient, and time is kind tonight,
She takes a breath of courage, lifting the note to light.
I’ll return you to your page, with a gentle, hopeful grin,
Let history bless the risk she’s choosing to begin.
[Chorus]
Should I or shouldn’t I, I’m tangled in a sigh,
Return the note to the shelf or let the secret fly.
A whisper in the pages, from the past it slips near,
Will a shy heart decide, or will doubt disappear?
[Outro]
Back among the tomes, she places it with care,
A whispered promise lingers softly in the air.
