Anneau De Promesse
Beyound the horizon, it is hollow
there is a bleakness in the wind i feel
like falling tress with no sound to follow
like my weak spot, the tendent on my heel
'Tis the path i walk, dirty and unstraight
yelling at the top of my lungs with force
its a sad tale, we are victims of fate
at the worlds end, i feel your remorse
tears fall as you refuse to take my hand
i feel heartbroken as you make your choice
i watch as you slide of you promise band
i scream but heartache has swollowed my voice
this is the end for both you and for me
it is truth, we were never ment to be
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