We did not have much
We made castles in the sky
We fought battles strong and high
He is my promise
When we did not have our baskets full
When we could drive to the depths of the bells of death
There he was -my promise
I have climbed many hills and walked on many heels
Painted on different canvas
Painted hopes and dreams
Yet he is my promise
The tale goes on
Ever so complex
Yet so easy
That's the promise
Like a tomorrow
A brooke of fresh water
There will he find me
And that's my promise
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