One day my prodigal child left home, in order to find a life of their own, to find a truth they could understand, as they journeyed to a far away land.

Finding a life that was nothing but wild, with no form of sense was my prodigal child, while squandering inheritance I did give, from the sinful life my child did live.

Sinful ways, getting drunk on wine, my prodigal child ended up feeding swine, to hit rock bottom it opened their eyes, which caused them finally to realize.

To realize it was their time to go home, and no longer live a life of their own, In the distance again was my childs face, as I welcomed them back with warm embrace.

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