Restoration

89% of men incarcerated in the us have never known, or had any relationship with their fathers. Strike the shepherd, and the flock will flee, and wander through the night, wander oh' so aimlessly, with no vision or no sight, like a compass with no needle, or course to steer us true, with no lantern to light the way, of the things we must go through, where are the foundling fathers to lead us in our steps, to navigate through safe waters, and avoid the hidden depths to point us in a heading, to safe harbours we can stay, to bring comfort to the weary, and see a better day, so i pondered long, and hard, through the days of ages past, for hope to be my anchor, for something that would last, to lift my head and secure the heart, i searched back to that time, when all lived in a unity, and all would be just fine, what does it take to break the path, of generations trod, to find a open highway, for men to believe in God, to throw off the rags of yesteryear, and shine with new attire, to find my feet on solid ground, delivered from the mire, for the rough places to be smooth, and the crooked places straight, to understand forgiveness, ransomed from fear and hate, to embrace a new tomorrow, to know the king of the kings, to rise above ones sorrow, and learn again to sing.