My Promise To You.

I've listened to rain. 
Washing away pain. 
Watched the injured. 
Their first steps. 
As they walk again. 

Felt the burn of anger. 
The rip of loss. 
Heard a babies first cry. 
Walked barefoot in the moss. 

But nothing comes near. 
To your voice on the air. 
As your lips make that whisper. 
Of how much you care. 

In time they will see. 
The improvement in me. 
Now my hearts flying high. 
Unshackled and free. 

The pain I've endured. 
The journey I've made. 
The path I've walked. 
The price I paid. 

Rome wasn't built. 
It was slaved away.
My price was steep. 
There's more instalments to pay. 

That payment in hand. 
With out even a whine. 
I'll simply stand silent. 
Waiting in line.