Prodigal
Wednesday, January 27, 2010 at 12:37PM I guess I'm coming home today
“I’m sorry Father” I want to say
Forgive me that I ran away.
My belly shrank, I nearly died
And still I drag behind my soul
Heavy with pride.
And you, watching from afar
To see if I’d return again
From this old self-inflicted war.
Let your Kingdom come
Put rings upon these fingers
Let your Kingdom come
In feast and finery
Let your Kingdom come
And let me still remember
How you kiss my neck
How I fly free
Where every songbird bursts its cage
Every mustang roams the range
Stands wild upon a mustang’s stage
And eats no husk
But fresh green herb
Under the blanket of dusk.

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