Barn, Birds, Dreams, Family, Freedom, Grace, Home, Hope, Horses, Life, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Prodigal, Redemption, Sky, song, Songs, Souls, Storms, Survival
Now, I'm too old for sin, Prodigal child who came home again. Grace surrounds me in this old barn, As I seek redemption on the farm. Chorus: There’s freedom in these open skies New beginnings, no more lies, Birds that sing of love and loss, New chapters, and fresh starts. Chorus. Horses, like angels, whisper in my ear, The sweet words I need to hear. Gathering strength, like a mare and foal, Legs that race beyond the coming storms. Chorus. Birds gather, with their gentle song; They remind me of lovers come and gone. Of new beginnings and new dreams, And open skies where I am free.