Unkept

Speak softly, my love 

 As I cry here on the floor

 Will we make it to the promised land

 Never made it there before 

 Tread carefully, my dear

 As we walk these roads unknown

 If we make it to the promised land

 Could be better than back home 

 I promise to be better than

 Something that I was before 

 Across the sordid countryside

 To find what I adore

 Was it justified?

 Only we can know

 Won’t be another