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Prodigal Son...
A woman waits by the gate
No one comes to see her
Time doesn’t heal all the hurt
Life seems as though it’s just fate
She’s never had it’s measure
Always felt like dirt
Children’s grins and twinkled eyes
Brings near to a face of stone
A faint and somewhat smile
More than enough time gone by
She has been so much alone
Been way too long a while
Longing heart trips a hammer beat
Eyes crinkle in disbelief
The prodigal son returns