Promise
I wish we were little
Sitting on the swing
Because there we would mingle
and you gave me that toy ring
you said you wouldn't forget
the promise we made
you were doing good
till you broke it today
now I swing by myself
trying not to cry
you told me not to weap
but I can only try
you may have forgot
the promise and all
but I will never
walk down that brightly lit hall
by Catherine Jane Crowner
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