He walks into the room and says “I do not recognize a thing They say I used to live here Never you mind what I have seen They say I used to love her But now, I don’t even know her name They say that I need saving But am I beyond the point of being saved?”
His voice is deep and lonesome He has been running all his life “I’ve never seen my daughter I had forgotten I had a wife I never meant to hurt them But now, it’s too late to make a change” He is looking for forgiveness But is he beyond the point of being saved?
His eyes grow dark and tired Must be the weather and the years He’s staring in the mirror Failing to stop the coming tears He says “I ran away to freedom From fear of spending my life in chains” Now he knows he was mistaken But is he beyond the point of being saved?
He sits down in the corner Takes in the mileage with the dusk “It somehow seems familiar But, then again, I guess it must” There’s a picture in the alcove He cannot look at without shame He says “I know that I am home now But am I beyond the point of being saved?”