The prodigal son
Long way
to came back home;
Straight road
and fell so alone.

Cry out
to see some fire,
to put me up,
to lift me higher.

Sometimes good,
others bad;
feeling happyness,
or fell so sad.

Cry out
to see some fire,
to put me up,
to lift me higher.

I’m on your way,
your way’s my way,
I’m on my way home!

Throught the rain,
like on a spot;
in the mud,
near the dead rop.

Finaly
my father’s house;
He feels so happy,
I’m back to the cause.

Throught the rain...
...Finaly...
...I’m back!!!