An invisible bond, pure as snow, strong enough to drill,
No doubt through the toughest wall, if strong enough is your will,
Held together apparently by power of just a few simple words,
Yet regarded exceedingly by even He who sits above where fly the birds.
Bringing a unfeigned smile on a child's face, buy his actions and loyalty,
Console and blow life in the hope of a man pushed even to the last edges of fortitude and penury.
Giving meaning to the existence of several, providing them a reason to live,
A promise is often veraciously the last piece of valuables that a person can afford to give.
Start a revolution, build a new nation, complete an unprecedented space program,
Astonishing with skills and efforts beamonesque has always formed the initials of a true promise's monogram.
Be it a ridiculously trivial weight lose spree, or in a remote place creation of a new power station,
Promises have always managed to create an unmissable fascinating sensation.
Giving herculean strength with hope unsurmount,
Sure it does give you enough responsibility and reason to make your word count.
In today's world of immeasurable wealth where values and ethics have taken a severe batter,
Standing true to you promises is the ultimate test of real fame and character.
The unnamed soldier promised to come back gale and hearty,
Destiny perhaps did not allow him to attend the post-war party.
Buy the kid his favourite toy, attend his school programme did the parents promise,
Burdened, rather forced by time ever short, finances unaccounted they knew they committed amiss.
Allow us to fulfill our promises the elements always may not,
But try sincerely we must to prevent against our honour a black blot.
Revel some in the black spoils, a result of deceit and unfulfilled promise,
Let them know that last very short those undeserved moments of temporary bliss.
So make a promise to make true your promises,
For present times we witness a scene where honour and word value so conspicuously misses.
No doubt through the toughest wall, if strong enough is your will,
Held together apparently by power of just a few simple words,
Yet regarded exceedingly by even He who sits above where fly the birds.
Bringing a unfeigned smile on a child's face, buy his actions and loyalty,
Console and blow life in the hope of a man pushed even to the last edges of fortitude and penury.
Giving meaning to the existence of several, providing them a reason to live,
A promise is often veraciously the last piece of valuables that a person can afford to give.
Start a revolution, build a new nation, complete an unprecedented space program,
Astonishing with skills and efforts beamonesque has always formed the initials of a true promise's monogram.
Be it a ridiculously trivial weight lose spree, or in a remote place creation of a new power station,
Promises have always managed to create an unmissable fascinating sensation.
Giving herculean strength with hope unsurmount,
Sure it does give you enough responsibility and reason to make your word count.
In today's world of immeasurable wealth where values and ethics have taken a severe batter,
Standing true to you promises is the ultimate test of real fame and character.
The unnamed soldier promised to come back gale and hearty,
Destiny perhaps did not allow him to attend the post-war party.
Buy the kid his favourite toy, attend his school programme did the parents promise,
Burdened, rather forced by time ever short, finances unaccounted they knew they committed amiss.
Allow us to fulfill our promises the elements always may not,
But try sincerely we must to prevent against our honour a black blot.
Revel some in the black spoils, a result of deceit and unfulfilled promise,
Let them know that last very short those undeserved moments of temporary bliss.
So make a promise to make true your promises,
For present times we witness a scene where honour and word value so conspicuously misses.
