Living on my own, thinking for myself
Castles in the sand, temporary wealth
Walls are falling down, storms are closing in
Tears have filled my eyes, here I am again

And I've held out as long as I can
Now I'm letting go and holding out my hand

Daddy, here I am again
Will You take me back tonight
I went and made the world my friend
And it left me high and dry
I drag Your name back through the mud
That You first found me in
Not worthy to be called Your son
Is this to be my end
Daddy, here I am
Here I am again

Curse this morning sun
Drags me in to one more day
Of reaping what I've sown
Of living with my shame
Welcome to my world
And the life that I have made
Where one day you're a prince
The next day you're a slave


good song, it made me happy the other day.
casting crowns, prodigal.


humorous anecdote time

the other day, my sister and I were watching Full House. the youngest daughter, michelle (one, and or both of the olsen twins) got a gold fish for a pet, she was told to feed it once a day and to keep it clean, because "fish like to be clean like humans like to be clean." so she gives the goldfish a bubble bath and kills it. after the usual explanation about death, she gets another goldfish. this one happens to be preggo. she freaks at first, but after learning that the little squirmy things are baby fish she thinks its awesome. so she turns to her dad and asks "where do babies come from?". bob saget quickly changes the subject. heres the funny part, Victoria, my 9 year old sister, looks and me and says "that was the dumbest question ever!". i smirked and asked her why, and she goes "becuase, you're not supposed to ask that", again i ask why. "becuase, you're not suppose to know that until you're married", i continue with the why. "becuase, you're not supposed to make babies until you're married".

so the morral of the story and the wisdom of a 9 year old, "you're not supposed to know how to make babies until you are married, becuase you're not supposed to make babies until you're married"