In the rhythm of the clock's relentless race, You toil with fervor, in the work you embrace. Yet shadows fall where promises lie, Each broken vow a tear in the sky. I only ask for truth's gentle touch, For even love has limits, and there’s only so much. Share the love, let actions speak grand, For a promise kept is love's promised land. My love runs deep, a river wide, But banks erode with the turning tide. Show me devotion, be the one who stands, And together we’ll craft a future with our hands.