homecoming

as the warmth of yellow basked in the summer breeze, i parch and thirsted for new beginnings.

father, when thy kingdom comes and your will begins, let origins be the find i seek.

mother, when thy kingdom comes and your will complete, let etymology be the song i sing.

father, when thy kingdom comes and your will a sword, massacre the fear within.

i took our secrets and painted the sea into wine.

in names and customs, my mother tongue integrates as i intertwine.

unravel and find comfort in the innate; for within, maps etched would lead me home.

i rise from the regal to find the songs of my soliloquy’s.

what sheep in wolves clothing tried to take away this morning melody?

listen, mother likes justice and has given me the permission to sing.

like the noble man with a powerful dream, will you just let this freedom ring?

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