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Left home with dreams so big, chasing the city lights Pocket full of gold, thinking I could take flight Trading safety for the glow, running with the crowd But the music stopped, the lights dimmed, and I felt the cold Sitting in the dirt, feeding the pigs to survive Remembered even servants had more than I did alive Thought I was done, thought I'd lost my way But the father's love, it never went away Father, give me my share, I'm ready to leave this town With a pocket full of gold, I wanted to wear the crown But the music fades, when the money runs dry And the crowd disappears, under a cold grey sky Sitting here in shame, asking to be just a hired hand Practiced my speech, walked back on bruised, broken land What I didn't know, as I stumbled down the track Was that every day, my dad was looking back In the fields, the older brother heard the sound Music and dancing, shaking the ground around Anger burned in his chest, refused to go in Said: Father, I stayed, i never chose sin Worked for years, never broke a single command You never threw a party, with a horn or a band This son returns, wasting your wealth again Yet you welcome him, with joy and good health Bring the finest robe, put a ring on his hand Kill the fatted calf, let the music fill the land Father ran, didn't wait for him to arrive Saw his dead boy, alive and alive