Chasing the wind
The wind I once chased
now blows cold in my face.
How did I ever end up in this place?
Just to see the light of Home
I would give up all I own
To know that I am not alone.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and indeed, all is vanity and grasping for the wind.
“And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him. And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight, and am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet. And bring the fatted calf here and kill it, and let us eat and be merry; for this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ And they began to be merry.
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