by Focus
© 2001 M. Myska, all rights reserved
You promise help with chopping trees,
You say you'll clear the shop.
You promise you'll get back to me
Your promises don't stop.So thanks for all the promises,
They'd fill my heart with hope
If I thought you'd fulfill them,
But I'm not such a dope.I once believed the things you said,
Were in good faith and true.
My mind was changed after I spent
Some twenty years with you.You promised love and faithfulness
You promised tender care
But when I turned and looked for those
I found an empty chair.