Prodigal
The Moonlight hits the darkened street
Lighting the way for the lonely traveler
He has traveled far on his aching feet
And still has far yet to go.
He left his home on a similar night
To spend his fortune in the wide world
And now he longs to see the light
Spilling on the steps of his father's home
He spent his money, wasted it fast,
Gambled it away in an instant of fun
But now that fun has long gone past
And he's afraid to face his father and friends
As the traveler walked, he makes a speech
What to say to his father when he walks through the door
But he needn't have bothered, for his father's reach
Pulls him into a sturdy, loving embrace