TheBarrd
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Part I
The Son
The pleasures of the flesh are calling
His young heart stops to listen
A siren song his ears enthralling
A dream of lips that glisten
A little wine to ease his heart
A little song to make him merry
Arms that open, thighs that part
His misgivings he will bury
His passion and his money spent
He awakens all alone
No swaying breasts, no flashing hips
His companions all are gone
"Why?" he cries to cold deaf ears
He's homeless, cold and hungry
"No one cares, no one hears
The city is heartless and lonely!"
He thinks of the family he left behind
He thinks of the hearts he left broken
What kind of welcome could he find
When no goodbyes were spoken?
And now, with nowhere else to go
His thoughts toward home keep turning
To face a future he doesn't know
At the prodigal's returning.
The Son
The pleasures of the flesh are calling
His young heart stops to listen
A siren song his ears enthralling
A dream of lips that glisten
A little wine to ease his heart
A little song to make him merry
Arms that open, thighs that part
His misgivings he will bury
His passion and his money spent
He awakens all alone
No swaying breasts, no flashing hips
His companions all are gone
"Why?" he cries to cold deaf ears
He's homeless, cold and hungry
"No one cares, no one hears
The city is heartless and lonely!"
He thinks of the family he left behind
He thinks of the hearts he left broken
What kind of welcome could he find
When no goodbyes were spoken?
And now, with nowhere else to go
His thoughts toward home keep turning
To face a future he doesn't know
At the prodigal's returning.