A Promise

Through the passing

Of your life

I believe

In the promise

Of a bloom in spring

Why do I try

Making easy

Of a hard situation

Not over night

But the end of a long dirt road

There is

A feeling

So hard to explain

Like lightning

I get caught in

A memory

Of summer rain

Why do I try

Looking backwards

With the kindest of eyes

Knowing full well

All the trouble

That found me there

But when the time comes

And the line's been drawn too deep

With no plan

To make kind

I'll keep on weeding

Through the tall grasses

Of my mind

Why do I try

Making easy

Of a hard situation

Not overnight

But the end of a long dirt road

I guess I'm asking

To stay soft

As long as I can