You must be free, I know you’ve said
To stay locked up is what you dread
The world outside has magnetized
To go you must, I see your eyes
With far off land, adventures sweet
My humble home cannot compete
The die is cast, into the night
I say farewell, but strike a light
For when the thrill has come and gone
And gifts of Mine are spent upon
A lesser god who has your heart
May you awake and make your start
Unto the home you left behind
Where you alone will ever find
All that you thought was yours “out there”
‘Twas here, alas – a Father’s care.