Coming Home

You say that you are a rock I say, surely, you are not You proudly say that you are an island I say, there are things you must understand Open your heart and let someone hold your hand The rocky part of you is really a ball of sand Even if you feel your heart has turned to stone There's no need to feel you're all alone Far is the distance and wide the space that you have roamed To the heights you have soared and the depts you have gone You have been gone now for way too long Please come home my child to where you belong Morning, noon, or late in the middle of the night Love awaits to welcome and to hold you tight It matters not the rebellion you have sown nor the extent to which you have been torn The mighty winds above are blowing, the ocean waves below are flowing to bring you home 10102018cjPoSoup