The Return

Oh Ye, Oh Ye, across the sea

Know this is not for me,

For low esteem decides the fate

For those who refuse to see.

For in my eyes I am great, and shall not fall to thee,

For through the gust I still fly straight

But yet at home their faith still set

my parents on the porch wait.

For ate I did of the world,

Which set my head in a twirl,

Their judgement just, their souls at rest,

But still they prayed for my best,

And through events, I've been lead,

But for the grace of God I am not dead,

But graciously climb instead.