Promises

A heavy wave

Has gone and changed direction

Now there’s vacancy

Where there could have been perfection

Ever still the motion in reflections

Lines won’t fade for things like age’s instinction

More than promises

Please let it mean something

This time around

Seems that change

It finds its way ever simple

That growth and pain

Both stay the same intermingled

It dominates the things you say with such distinction

It’s hard to fill such deepened expectations

More than promises

Please let it mean something

This time around

I am sick of empty words, I am tired of not being heard

I am sick of empty words, I am tired of not being heard

I am sick of empty words, I am tired of not being heard

I am sick of empty words, I am tired of not being heard

More than promises

Please let it mean something