I ran from your friendship once before, <br /> I chose to go astray <br /> I ran from your sunshine once before <br /> I ran from the light of day <br /> <br /> But now with shame, with hanging head <br /> I'm coming back again <br /> Prodigal daughter am I; <br /> Father, forgive my sins.<br /><br />Marjorie McAtee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prodigal-daughter/
