Is it too late for your child
To be home?
I was behind bars, in the back cell
Back cell of hell
Where the devil bribed my soul with a chocolate.
Will you forgive me
For all the shame I blame on the devil
Or leave me to starve more?
I want you back to rib me close
To engulf me like the cells in my liver,
I want you to meditate to me spiritual surviving
So that I might find my way to your palace
In the dreamland.
Let me know, if you have quoted me right
Or perhaps I pray again
Until the echoes of my seashore prayer are heard
Let me know you still love me
So that I may not fear light.
©Simon Thiepdit 🇸🇸