Little Lamb Lost

You come to me as you’re lost, little lamb

You ask things of me that are not mine to give

I say that I won’t but you know that I can

This is no way for any man to live

If your fleece were as lies then a blanket I’d of spun

Soft and white like the skin upon your face

But to look upon it is to burn like the sun

You have made me want to leave this place

Your bleating is like pain unto mine ears

Breaking down my soul and tearing down walls

Your demands grow like the greatest of fears

Trying to make me stumble, hoping that I fall

But I see beneath your coat so white and pure

I must resolve now to face the future alone

You are no lamb but a wolf, of that I’m sure

You want to chase me down, to gnaw upon my bones

For though you are lost indeed, little lamb

As are we all and to ourselves we must look

Your smiles and your laughs are nothing but a sham

Time to pay for all those lives that you took