Prodigal Son
Hello again my heedless sun
I greet your beams in daily fusion
I am like your rejected son
No hope no vision no illusion.
You smiled to me, but I am sad
You ask me, why, I have no answer
I saw you rose you were so red
Your first beam was like shining dancer.
You smile again through lead of skies
You try to wake up sleeping glory,
But there’s no sense in all your tries
I cannot smile to you I’m sorry.
Hello again my heedless sun
I broke my self your constitutions
I am like your Prodigal son
I’ve lost your beams with my illusions.
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