You promised that you’d stay right here, no matter what was said...
And now that all is said and done, you say our love is dead.
What does it mean, to promise things, you know you cannot do...
To fool a heart, with every word, that only beat for you.

I promised that I’d care for you, and never leave your side...
I gave that promise long ago, from a heart that just won’t die.
So though you may not want me now, when times are hard and mean...
Within my heart still lives a love, the love of all your dreams.

You promised that you’d love me till, the stars fell to the ground...
And thinking back, I never knew, how hollow words could sound.
What does it mean, to say the words, if you never meant them so...
The stars are blurring in my eyes, I feel that I must go.

My promise is still here for you, it’s never changed or died...
Through long nights it has sat and dreamed, and sometimes it has cried.
It’s been here through the strongest storms, it’s has stared into the nights...
And dreamed of times when you were near, and everything was right.

So when you’ve spread your wings and flown, and seen all that you can see...
And love is what you want to find, you’ll finally think of me.
Upon your return you’ll find me here, and remember yesterdays...
Perhaps your heart will remind you then, of promises we made.

Ron Walker October 1998

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