You know me, am a paper, just paper.

Plain, blank, white, sometimes coloured

I bear what you make of me;

I carry the value you put on me.

Funny how you call me different names,

One calls me Book, another calls me Certificate, 

Some calls me Money, others call me File.

I bear what you make of me;

I carry the value you put on me.

I tear, I burn, 

I fold, I even squeeze.

I witness, I describe,

I prescribe, I even waste.

I bear what you make of me;

I carry the value you put on me.

On me, laws and constitutions abide

With me, the country is ruled.

I bear blueprints and architectural drawings

Some loves me, others want me

But whatever case maybe,

I am a paper, just paper

I bear what you make of me;

I carry the value you put on me.