In my father's house, with wealth untold,
Yet restless heart, so young, so bold.
I sought the world, with wild intent,
With riches claimed, away I went.
Oh, why am i off, wandering far,
Chasing dreams beneath the stars.
But in the shadows, I lost my way,
Longing for home, night and day.
With friends so false and pleasures brief,
I squandered all, found only grief.
In foreign land, with hunger's cry,
I fed the swine, and wondered why.
Oh, why am l off, wandering far,
Chasing dreams beneath the stars.
But in the shadows, I lost my way,
Longing for home, night and day.
In despair, I saw the truth,
A father's love, from days of youth.
I turned my steps, with hope so slight,
To seek forgiveness, in morning light.
As I approached, my heart in dread,
A father's arms, where tears were shed.
He called for feast, and robe so fine,
"My son was lost, but now you're mine."
Oh, I was the prodigal, wandering far,
Chasing dreams beneath the stars.
But in the shadows, I found my way,
Home at last, come what may.
In my father's love, I found my place,
With open arms, and endless grace.
The prodigal's tale, of fall and rise,
In love's embrace, we realize.