031010 Chance I Can'T Promise You Poem by Manonton Dalan

she left the roses on sidewalk
with card sticking out, read
' have a nice trip my love'
she couldn't just forget it
she place so someone see
only her knows what could be

she wrap her head with scarp
put on a sunglasses so dark
plug-in her ears to her ipod
and dream of new world
ready to take her right up
how could she be wrong

yes, i'm thinking about that
another promise, a start
spring from mountainside
dripping to gorges below
to journey down river, it go
chance, can't promise you