Such a beautiful season to believe in,
and if I’ve ever been misleading in the past
know that what I asked for was genuine.
I falter frequently.
It’s obvious I’ll sin again,
but life’s more interesting with destruction.
Avoided repercussions and misleading discussions
shape the sound waves of yester.
Unafraid of the Fall, knowing God blessed her
and in turn, blessed me as well.
So I revel in this rebellion,
unsure of what to tell them.
I’m similar to Summer,
shining much brighter than every season,
but I’m always leaving…
only to lead into you.