A promise...

In your gloomiest hours,

When you're fed up and blue.

Think of me !

 I am always there for you.

 

A mere mortal me!

Can't do anything with your fate.

Tell me the happenings before it's too late

 

Though I know,

That I can't seize the pain

In your driest hours I can be the rain

 

 

The End

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