Valley of Promise

Written by: Dana Smith

From the darkest of the days had I endured all alone; With a promise of comp'ny never set into stone. From the greenest of valleys and a glorious sky Did he step into me, just a lone passerby. He had promise and loy'lty, or so I had thought. . And every word that he offered I easily bought. To feel and to clutch with the purest of love And not a pain to touch or a worry thought of. To hear his heart beat was a symph'ny alone. . But a promise to remain never set into stone.