I’m here alone, just me today
I just left, that herd, dismayed
Each step is brave, my sight is great
searching for, a house to stay
The day has passed, the sun gone down
The night I’m scared, my fear is up
Sheep are prey, our name renown
What I have done, I’m dead, no luck
I’ll starve to death, if refused to eat
How can I, my stares won’t cease
Afraid to be, the day of feast.
Am I to be, somebody’s meat
There I see, a flock at bay
They look so fed, he must be great
Is there a grass, that’s made of cake
What do they eat, what do they take
Run away, don’t come too near
They live and die, but forced to eat
Believe the spirit, it speaks to you
Is this the truth, the dark just blue?
The moon above, it casts its glow,
Upon the path I dare not know.
The grass once sweet now turns to ash,
As fear and doubt within me clash.
To live, to roam, to fight, to flee,
What kind of sheep am I to be?
That flock may thrive, their lives contrived,
But am I dead, or still alive?
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