Slam shut the ivory gate
Wake from your sleep
Watch the scales fall from your eyes
The end of the dream
Train up the child
The way he should go
To never depart
Or squander it all
Mother, father, brother
The Prodigal son
Is never returning
I'll never be what you need
I am more than the sum of your hopes
More than the choices I never was given
I didnt accept the path laid before me
I am that
Sinner
Mocker
The scion of a squandered gift
I am the lost
I am the found
I am that I am