"I Promise.."

It's getting better. It's getting better. Day by day, it is getting better.
Somedays, it dips real low, but other days, it rockets to the sky.
Once again, it isn't really effecting me. It's just me living.
I'm right with the one who gave me that life to live.

Each time when I wonder and I stray,
life isn't never as it should be.
It just sucks.

Where I am now, I think, why did I even want to go the other way.
It's so much better here. It's getting so much better here.
Sadness still irritates the wound, but His love is becoming a balm.
The balm--it was always there to be used.

That's a promise.
It's one I can count on,
Whether or not I can eloquently write it out,
It's understood.