I look out my window and watch my sheep This shepherd's flock has fallen asleep They say it all yet none can speak The lights turn red and still they walk The Black sheep's always leading the flock The cross the ancient trail of old They walk the streets and answer cold Their love is lost Their hearts gone bleak The world is grey in the eyes of sheep I sit at my window watching the gloom I've planted flowers never to bloom I am a sheep locked in my room Wishing the Wolves would answer me soon
Reason for writing:
Secret
Birth sign: Libra
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