Tommorow is promised to no one
Neither is today
Yesterday was promised to someone
But words will fall away
With words we paint our lives,
A promise on the wall
Freedom for which everytone strives
A prison for us all
A guard is sleeping at the gate
A promise for a shiv
From our words we all escape
With words is how we live
Promises
Words
Shattered walls and empty cans
"We speak the way we beathe"
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