What happens to a promise?
Does it dry like a pool in the sun?
Or purifies like the holy oil
Does it judge like the bible?
Or crushes like the inner foe
Does it stink like rotten milk?
Or fester like a new sore
Is it balance?
Does it explode like a volcano?
Or soothe like a balm
Oh! Strength, direction nd focus
that serve as bedrocks to a promise
Let my lips speak softly of the light
As i humbly move into the night