A Reluctant Son

You can't indoctrinate me, Lord I won't listen, father or ever learn. You can't brainwash me, Lord You won't quiet or dull me in taciturn. You can't programme me, Lord I am not a diminishing shadow on your wall You can't command me, Lord I'm not a Labrador father, lay on your floor. You can't expedite my comings or goings-Lord I will leave when-I-please! You can't instruct me of anything-Lord At least not-until, I'm down on my knees. You see Lord; I'm a free spirit, a free-soul And, I simply won't be pigeonholed. But if I do die, take pity on my soul. Lord, a prodigal son requires at least one good home.