The sheep live
In a constant state of chaos
Never finding peace,
Always making mistakes.
The Shepard cannot save
This restless brood
From itself.
They shall never find
A home that feels true.
The sheep can not help themselves
Out of their enslaved deprivation,
The wolves are too close.
To find true love,
A house a home,
Are just dreams
In the young lambs' minds.
We are the sheep,
Lost without hope.
Too stubborn to cry out
And stop the island of mercy
Before it passes us by.
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