A million and one promises have been made
Yet broken in a split second
Does it matter?
You look at the future past with doubt
Does hope yet live?
Every day you hold on to the memory of heartbreak
You try to understand the non-understandable
Maybe you have been swayed by the sweet words of pretenders
With intent to pilfer the unmovable
Soon they realize the void in their lives
The hands of time they wish to reverse
As you walk the path of life with me
As our hearts beat as one
On the assurance that our path be plain
Pain shall be our loss and happiness our gain.
PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA)
