Promises

Will it all make sense one day,
Will the clouds part, will the sun shine?
Will there be an answer that justifies the emptiness?
Will I ever be content?
Will I always want more?
Will I be ok to except the things I cannot change?
Will I be ok living this way?

I made a promise I need to keep...

But...

One day the clouds will part,
The emptiness will subside,
The things I cannot change will change themselves.
The want for more will be gone,
Or content will consume me.
Wherever this life takes me, whatever life has planned,
Just know loving you,
Made me who I am.