The prodigal son

I look to the sky with a wondrous eye
as i wonder what God has in store
for this scared lost young man
am i still in his plan
or am i on my way out the door
i struggle each day
to feel out my way
but somehow lose sight of my goal
searching for peace
and a sense of "what's me"
forgetting just what made me whole
for years i wander this life
so riddled with strife
like a ship who's lost sight of the shore
finally i come home to see
him there waiting for me
and fall on my knees at the door