It fell short of wordIt fell short of time
Hey look at that twinkle
See that falling chime
It dangled all this long
On the hook of hope
Draped in rag of faith
Twigged to rely-on rope
Survival was not tough
The aim was in the sight
Perfidy in name of day
Was all that gave the fight
That day came rushing by
And stood straight right infront
With nothing in the hand
But a prompting grunt
To strike the chord of memory
And accept the fact with loath
One promise has again been broken
Someone has forgotten the oath
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