THE MISSION
Have mercy on my very own command!
No further fear that nothing else maintained!
They may not even though this thing was planned,
I guess it never really had remained.
So you were looking at each other prior,
As you become prepared for something new!
But there is such a great unknown entire,
Yet protected by an ancient crew.
Forget about the future then prepare!
We had enough of being carried out!
Too young to know an only place or where,
When the shades of life begin throughout.
A love that never ever could fulfill,
The thought of worth a while and wait until.
Already knew that you were headed latter!
As though we could become an ancient crew.
I hope it ever happens shortly after,
Maybe coming through with something new.
So gather on around and sing along!
Not only being one of those entire,
Who waits for any other very long,
To know about a major William Riker.
No matter where the hell is going under!
Or when the world becomes an expedition!
Beginning after year and then another,
Was taken over by an old addition.
Perhaps existence may become complete,
But then it washes over me as prior!
This world revolves around this lonely fleet!
I feel protected by my own entire.
To know that there is only something new.
For any moment when not yet prepared,
Maybe something from an other crew,
A place within another life declared.
