I made a promise many years ago.
I promised my friend, to pen true words.
I promised not use my pen as a sword
Knowing the pen is mightier than the sword.
Words wounds the spirit, the pain is real.
Words in actions do **** the human being.
I hear others speak ill of you, I know the words.
I hear the clichés, I say no to the lingo.
I made a promise, a promise I keep.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
I made a promise many years ago.
I promised my friend, to pen true words.
I promised not use my pen as a sword
Knowing the pen is mightier than the sword.
Words wounds the spirit, the pain is real.
Words in actions do **** the human being.
I hear others speak ill of you, I know the words.
I hear the clichés, I say no to the lingo.
I made a promise, a promise I keep.
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