The mission

Individuality makes us all unique

The mission is glorious conformity

Time has rolled through the ages

Seeds for many different generations

If you take the mind you can take the body

When I heard the notion seemed like an oddity

Reflecting on the line you can check out but you can’t ever leave is just like tricks up a sleeve

Time rolls by there is nothing new under the sun

It seems as if the whole entire world has simply become comfortably numb

Trying to cure the ills of a plague which has become our nations very tragic condition

It seems that our plight was a calculated mission

Illusions through time have been for some hit or miss

Our society as a whole has embraced the saying ignorance is bliss

Chip away all of histories lessons our future is unclear leaves so many simply just guessing

Seeds we have sown their are so many who grieve

The winds of change stand upon the eve

Truth is shadowed buried just like a seed who’s only intent to uncover is just simply greed

Shepherd the flock the strong the mild the meek

Blinded there are so many it is just like herding sheep

We must not forget that our history is wrought with pain

Lessons that propelled us for all the ground which we have gained

Separate but equal should have been a clue a mindset that exist only to separate me from you

Illuminate the darkness which tries to bind our mission as a whole is to free the mind