Part of me is the prodigal
Part of me is the
I could live life alone
And never fill the longings of
i used to be the one who would long to
Here I am with nothing left to say
How can
Some can write a sonnet
To describe in silvery words
The rising
Now is the season for healing
Deeply we need to see,
Don't cry for me
No, I've never been one to shoulder
I hide me far away from trouble
The world outside me
I can hear You calling
In a whisper you say so
Some say it's rules and regulations
And trying to always be
Your word is life
Your word is love
Your word is truth
Everybody's