A Promise

Through the passing Of your life I believe In the promise Of a bloom in spring Why do I try Making easy Of a hard situation Not over night But the end of a long dirt road There is A feeling So hard to explain Like lightning I get caught in A memory Of summer rain Why do I try Looking backwards With the kindest of eyes Knowing full well All the trouble That found me there But when the time comes And the line's been drawn too deep With no plan To make kind I'll keep on weeding Through the tall grasses Of my mind Why do I try Making easy Of a hard situation Not overnight But the end of a long dirt road I guess I'm asking To stay soft As long as I can