Promises
Years go by no sign of saviour,
And nothing's changed for the better,
We keep up our vile behaviour,
Since with peace we've a vendetta,
Tears turn to wine and angels sing,
In a world that's less depressing,
Crippled by a burning craving,
We've long known there's something missing,
Out of gloom comes a faded dream,
The likes of which hasn't been seen,
One's spirit it vows to redeem,
With promises of the serene,
But we can't reach that sacred place,
As we learn with lies words are laced,
The lesson shan't be received with grace,
As we lose what's too precious to waste.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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