I Was Made Way Back in 1842...

Thank You Shuli for emailing this to me!! You have a real talent with words, writing and expressing deep feelings!! May Hashem give you the ability to continue to inspire many people!

Its to the tune of 'I was made way back in 1842'. It's an old tune from pre-war Europe, going back generations that has had a couple lyrics written for it.

(Low) There was a prince who rebelled against the king
and went out to live on his own means.
The son traveled to a small village near a town
that was at the aege of the kindgom far from his father's crown.

(Low) Many months passed, he forgot what he used to be
the place he lived, his parents the king and queeen.
At the time he looked like a peasant, not the prince he really was
but the king still knew him, he was still his son.

(High) Many long nights he lay awake in his bed
waiting for the separation to end
hoping he'll hear a knock, followed by a call
"Father open, I want to fix my wrongs."

(Low) One night the prince lay awake too
something that day created de je vu
and he began to remember, uncover the blocked mind
he wanted to return home to the old times.

(Low) The next day he left as the sun began to shine
full of hope, he started out his ride
far ahead in front of him was a letter of his own
asking his father if he is welcomed home.

(High) Suddenly he heard a noise, a familiar voice.
It was father riding towards him on his horse
words of love, "My dear son, heir of my throne
If you're returning, I'll gladly take you home."

(Low) We're the prince who ran away from home
claiming it's better out there on our own.
We forgot our past and started leading a peasant's life
entering a backwards world filled with strife.

(Low) A few times a year we experience de je vu
and remember who we are and what we're supposed to do.
We yearn to carry our royalty and wear our crown with pride
go back to our real life, throw our current aside.

(High) Now it's time, we're begging to go home
It's been too long that we've been on our own.
We want to return, it's time to knock, "Father please open Your door
We want to come back and stay forever more."

(High) Father hears the ringing on His bell.
He hars our cries of pain, sees the tears as well.
And if we listen silently, in a soft and loving tone
we'll hear, "Return, My son, I'll gladly take you Home."