By anything in this world
that still matters, I swear...
His mortal self returned from the war.
His promise kept a true nobleman...
I can't keep you from
rising in my heart...
Word of your coming reached me far too late
did not halt the binding promise...
From a park bench he
yawns and stand in Harrod's brogues...
Shade of the past calls, sets aflame...
to plague and slay life is its aim...
Inside my mind where I live almost all the time
The rain never leave and the darkness never says...
The moment you meet the man
who promised you of a better life...
Tucked in tight to slumber deep
In the cover of darkness death does creep...
I could almost swear it was yesterday's sky that...
that must've been someone else's world. For my sky...
There,
a sigh, a soft remembered sound...
Oddly, you're
calming to me...