I was standing there
waiting for a haul.
I was totally unaware
listening to a call.

It turned out as a plan.
Nothing in general fact.
I don't get their slang.
But we made a pact.

There they stood,
With pride, with vision.
In the end it'll be good.
They had a plan, an unfinished mission.

It was done in the end.
No one cut a slack.
All bonds were bend,
It turned to a shade of black..

© Starr Dawn