Promise

Four crows made a promise,

To return the place called home.

But it was nothing but empty words.

Lied the fool who had believed.

Each year, the fool waited.

Sat in a benches, hoping a crow arrived,

And yet no one had come.

Those three keep moving,

Left the fool remained here.

Stood in an once-crowded hall,

Observed each step.

Until the storm of time eroded the hope,

Let the cruel reality reminded of the painful truth:

"That promise was just a deception".