So we escaped the tormentors
But now what?
We can't go back home
Show our shameful faces to our Father
Would we ever be happy again?
We will know better
Than to believe that we could ever deserve his mercy
So we roam the wilderness
Dying from the frost
Being devoured by beasts
Starving, gnashing on our own flesh
We hear our Father calling for us from afar
But we run
Drenched in shame
Away from our home