We did not have much We made castles in the sky We fought battles strong and high He is my promise When the wind was up against us. 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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