A pact was made in a creek under the conopies of green trees
the water cool and the air fresh with life
You asked for my hand, placing it by your beating heart
promise never to let go, we'll find our way through the dark
I never questioned your intention, Believing with all I am
Every word off your lips. I  the sacrificial lamb
Words in our hearts forever not to break or fade
On my heart, you carved your initials with a blade
Not the promise but its keeper not the promised but the weeper
The creek has run dry. the air thick with regret.