Sent on a mission,
Entering the submission,
Day’s past were wrapped in the past.
Locked in and loved it for the sake of no one,
But got you in here,
Lost and insecure,
Really, resting, unsure.
Really, had you going for a minute!
Took you down the roads, and into the
Pathways for the past were in this heart.
It wasn’t the first time, or the last time that you
Would be udone..
But it should be the last of these last missions
You call home, and away!
And everything felt a little better hidden away..
In the dark,
In the shadows.
Am I not the kind that could love the light!
Am I not the kind that would fade with the night!
Am I on a mission,
Or is it You that I am here for?