"Promise"

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A still figure in white linen sheets

Hope is running out, he breathes in deep

Once a light shining o' so brightly

Now dim and flickering, death just lurking


Not a single promise he ever broke

He vowed to keep every word he spoke

"I promise you, I'll never lie"

So far those words have never died


"I'll give you my all, I give you my word"

A declaration of love though his state deteriors


"I will fight. I promise I will live"

With weak, trembling hands; those words he gives


For a while, my sad heart felt hope

He never breaks a vow he spoke

But alas, who would ever have known

That these words this strong young soul has sown

Is the first promise he will ever break




And the last promise he will ever make


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