The day awaits that I return home, a place

Whose array far surpasses

that of Rome, the day that I walk the streets

of gold, with thousands of stories to be told, I

will unfold, unravel from what I was to who I’ve

been, to who I am, long before sin, this day is

surely to come, and on it I

will run, the day I not only meet

the father…but also the son.