I think our souls have a name.
Mine is Jack.  
But when I went to school they called me John.
Since then that’s how it’s been.
John’s the name on my law license.
It fits the clothes I wear
better than they fit me.
That’s not the way it was when I was Jack.
Today, if someone calls me Jack
we are family.
I’m a child again.
The world is innocent.
All the badness goes away.
Someday I hope God will say:
“Welcome home, Jack.”