JoshuaDavidRobinson

I am a mystery The public adores me in infamy British low-women love me at first Until I take away their lowly treasures After I'm done I always sign my mark Who am I?

Miss vas Normandy I welcome you aboard And make sure all is accord But there is something Very wrong Like a sweet sad song And I can't help but overhear the melancholy Lady vas Neema's melody I only hear your cries Under your mask lies A sad Quarian lady Who feels trapped and not free Or is it the heart you have for me What do you desire my lady? Oh Milady Rayya why? As your helmet buries in my chest Your words are stumbling at best As your heart confesses what your words try To pronounce the feelings Not expecting my words dealing About you… how can my heart deny? As I help with your mask Revealing the tears drippi

I’m so close to the sun Even in autumn rain My sad mind refrains I lock it off run Run to the sun Where she is waiting for me And collect my woes like dead leaves Set ablaze and appease I just want to be With her, our own heaven just her and me Greeted by the golden glow Pass the open gate Too excited to wait Beams shine on so I see my path to go Oh glorious deed and beauty covered in star aurora Enticingly blooming flora I'll never leave again As I breathe in my Heaven