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The Promise
Why can't I write such words
That would stir your tender heart
To find a better world where you stand?
I think your mind is drawn to sorrow
The world around you seems to sink
Into an ocean of sad reflections.
Why can't I sing to you as you sleep
And weave such a wonderful magic
That will enchant your very dreams,
So that a smile will touch you as you waken
And stay with you as you walk city streets
Or sit in a quiet café somewhere.
Who gives limits to my poetry?
Who says I cannot soar in unknown skies
That few ever realised existed
For the love of the muse who inspires me?
I will do just that someday- I make a promise;
Until then my voice will speak to the clouds
And one day they will hear me-and disappear.
That would stir your tender heart
To find a better world where you stand?
I think your mind is drawn to sorrow
The world around you seems to sink
Into an ocean of sad reflections.
Why can't I sing to you as you sleep
And weave such a wonderful magic
That will enchant your very dreams,
So that a smile will touch you as you waken
And stay with you as you walk city streets
Or sit in a quiet café somewhere.
Who gives limits to my poetry?
Who says I cannot soar in unknown skies
That few ever realised existed
For the love of the muse who inspires me?
I will do just that someday- I make a promise;
Until then my voice will speak to the clouds
And one day they will hear me-and disappear.
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The Promise
The Promise