Promise

We have our promise
And our promise is all that stands
Under its floating beauty
the present crawls with no demands


We have our promise
And we pretend
that the stream is alien
that the days are chains
which we have to carry
And we dream castles of sand
While our foreign reasons
construct another plan
And we talk of a common land
That faraway escape that
our hearts command


Permeated by the sun
we have become the bigger liars
we look above and walk apart


We had our promise
And our promise is all that stands.
It's sour beauty to remind us
that we drowned our day
excused our neglect
and smiled

Goodbye.

Maio 2012