70 X 7

You refuse me, I sent My sons, you cast them all away
Self-deceived, your world of grief, your bed of misery
Once you loved and now you judge know I am not your King
Wipe your tears on wasted years, and bear the fruit it bears

It’s calloused, hardened heart
Forgiven 70 by 7
If only, you could know
Prodigal’s son, the love you left behind

Setting fire to bridges built and hurt is in your wake
You’ve become a one-way street losing just for pride’s sake
We drift apart bit by bit as it falls right through the cracks
Never thought that this could be a complex parallax


You can always read the map and find your way back home.