Soaked in sin.
Hit the floor
at 10am.
A mother’s love,
soaked in tears.
Compelled to pray
for wasted years.
And the Echo of the Ages
hears a hearts last call.
Back from school,
a once unholy home.
The boy stands still,
a calm he hadn’t known.
A new dad. Together,
knees now on the floor.
I tell you son, we don’t live here
anymore.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC
Soaked in sin.
Hit the floor
at 10am.
A mother’s love,
soaked in tears.
Compelled to pray
for wasted years.
And the Echo of the Ages
hears a hearts last call.
Back from school,
a once unholy home.
The boy stands still,
a calm he hadn’t known.
A new dad. Together,
knees now on the floor.
I tell you son, we don’t live here
anymore.