I am the prodigal son,
The daughter who lost her way,
The daughter of the sun claimed by the black grip of darkness,
I am the ray of sunshine scattered–spectral.

I am depth,
The deepest part of a soul so far gone,
Gone to the point of no return,
I am the prodigal son,
A daughter who lost her way.

For a moment I feel the warmth of the sun–again,
A sweet-fleeting caress across my face,
A light to guide my way.
This sweet warmth–sweet,
This soft sweet caress,
As I move closer to it,
It moves further away–beyond my crippled reach,
Destiny.

A course set for destruction,
I am the prodigal son,
The daughter who lost her way.
Destined for sadness,
Grief,
Loneliness,
The depths of darkness,
Death.

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