THE PROMISE

You made a promise that you’d come home
Fold the flag and carve the stone
Raise a glass and make a toast
Father son and the holy ghost
 
You made a promise that you’d come home
The doorbell rings… I’m all alone
Lips are moving but words aren’t there
Rape the soul suck out all the air
 
See the light shining on the hill
See the rows and stories told
Bleed the heart and embrace the tear
See the moment, I taste the fear
 
You made a promise that you’d come home
Chasing colors a solemn walk
Quiet moments a heavy sigh
Wipe the eyes as the stars goes by
 
Spread the dirt a brand new home
Have the soul sing alone
Lift the vail and wipe your eyes
This is what I prophesized
 
You made a promise that you’d come home
 

About JackoRecords

Published Baby Boomer Songwriter. Heavy lyrics and prose and story telling ala Bob Dylan, Tom Petty and Jimmy Webb.
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