Lost
Like all beginnings
My path is narrow,to say the least
I could have been a priest
But let me preach this once
Listen ,be my congregation
Let me guide you
Like your shadow
I'll be right behind you
When you stray ,pull you back
On my shoulder ,you can lean
From what I've seen,I could make a scene
What you see ,Is merely the surface
And in this chapter
Am king in a sense, Lost in a quest
Copyright © Paul Musinguzi | Year Posted 2021
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