The Mission
I stared out the window,
The tears still in my eyes,
I saw the friends and those I loved,
As we said our last goodbyes.
The ride was long and trying;
Two questions plagued my mind.
Do I want the life that's up ahead
Or the one I left behind?
Two years is such a long, long time,
For going door to door.
In my reflecting, I thought to myself—
There really must be more.
I dragged myself down off the plane
and stood smiling at the beach.
There a man turned to me,
Saying, "Elder, go and teach."
I sit reflecting once again
As this day is my last.
Please, Lord, this isn't fair,
The time goes way too fast!
I stared out the window,
The tears still in my eyes.
I see the elders and sisters and those I love,
As we say our last goodbyes.
The ride was long and trying;
Two questions plagued my mind.
Do I want the life that's up ahead
Or the one I left behind?