"Promise you'll come back," she'd say to me.
"I will come back for you;
I promise we will marry."
I sat in my dorm,
I was never good with promises;
I heart was torn.
Running in to the field my heart pounded,
I'm sure I'm next.
Everywhere, the artillery sounded.
Finally, it's all over and I recovered;
I will keep my promise:
I'll return to my lover.
They said she has left,
I never felt more grief
And alone, I sat and wept.
I woke up knowing it was a dream;
I got out of bed,
Grabbed some coffee with cream.
A sudden boom, inferno was my head,
My body engulfed in flaming steam.
I regret promising her,
I was never good with promises,
My vision blurred.
"Promise me you'll come back" she'd say to me
I broke my final promise,