Promises...

by sheena tuttle   Nov 8, 2005


He promised to sing
on her sweet sixteen

but turned 18
and split apart
her precious baby sister heart

All she wanted was more
he left her all alone and went to war
called once or twice to say he has to hang low
guns in the back
the place he was at was under attack

he can't call for seven months
I'm scared i lost my brother

my birthday is almost here
a day to be happy
then why already do i feel so crappy?

is it because the fact that he forgot and tore them
apart
or a promise that was broken to a sweet sixteen heart

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