Dream Of A Young Heart | The Promise

 

The night is darkest, perhaps;
But see, there dreams the sun at the horizon. 

Look in front of you.
Countless mountains rise high and steep, 
Adorned with howling blizzards are they;
Their feet are washed 
With oceans, roaring with waves...

But please, don't stop;
Don't forget this little girl, your promise to her!

The storms will bend you,
The lightnings will blind you, 
The rain will drench you completely, 
The earthquakes will shake you to the core...

At every moment you fall,
With each step you bleed more,
At each breath you feel you can't, 
You're exhausted to the last drop of yourself...

But please, don't stop;
Don't forget this little girl, your promise to her!

Sometimes you see some light 
In utter darkness, and rush...
Only to discover it to be, a total illusion!

You fall in the darkest, blackest abyss,
To be painted red with your pain, and
Trying in vain to erase all with your tears...

But please, don't stop;
Don't forget this little girl, your promise to her!

Don't forget, you promised her to reach
Beneath the light of the brightest sun someday, 

To find and hand her the magic kerchief to
Erase the blood that flows through time.

Don't stop, dear future self,
Don't forget your promise to 
Your past self to help her build you better!

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