The Very Last First

Welcome Back

By Eliza Gilkyson

It was the summer of my discontent

It was the fall of a lifetime

It was the winter of my penitence

Waitin' on the springtime

It was all sackcloth and ashes

Four a couple of years

I took my licks and my hundred lashes

I cried a bucket of tears

Well, that distant shore is forever out of reach
Before you know it you're washed up on the beach

And it's welcome back

It was a pretty dark day

But now the sun is shining

Welcome back

I guess I'm on my way

I was bent but I was not broken

I was sinking but I did not drown

I was reeling but I was still hoping

I could be lost and found

I was temporarily disconnected

In a state of disrepair

Disoriented and dejected

I had to climb out of there

Through the labyrinth and down

Til you land on solid ground

Welcome back......