She walks into the house
She knows what colour the wall used to be
Somebody has been waiting for so long
And old lady calls out
She's heard a voice and she comes out to see
They stare at each other
The girl is surprised
The lady falls silent
Remembers those eyes
A shining sun, the colour of a million stones
The ocean when the winds are at their calmest
An ancient story told through threads of flesh and bone
All gather here to keep the Holy Promise
The lady reaches up
Above the cupboard and takes a wooden box
It smells of time and memories and love
She beckons to the girl
For her to open the box and look inside
A brown paper package
She lets out a sigh
The old lady's smiling
The girl starts to cry
A shining sun, the colour of a million stones
The ocean when the winds are at their calmest
An ancient story told through threads of flesh and bone
All gather here to keep the Holy Promise
She starts to remember
The promise forgotten
She's been here before
A lifetime ago
She's looking at me now
Like meaning to ask "how?"
I say "Don't you get it?
How could we forget it?"
A shining sun, the colour of a million stones
The ocean when the winds are at their calmest
An ancient story told through threads of flesh and bone
All gather here to keep the Holy Promise