Broken Sheep
Every night I lay awake
Beneath the still of the Moon
Count the sheep they say
To go to sleep you zombie eyed loon
But my sheep are broken restless souls
Who never return to the fold
The wolf keeps them running to death
Spring, summer and into the cold
Read a book they say to quiet the mind
And drift you off to sleep
But my dreams are filled of horror
Of my bleeding broken sheep
Make them out of cotton
Hang them above your bed
Name each and everyone
Just like the story said
Damn the venomous hungry wolf
For in the morning light
The sheep made out of cotton
Have suffered the same plight
Broken sheep why do you haunt me
When others you give rest
Will a promise to give up lamb
Help me to pass a test
Or am I just crazy seeing things
While I am trying to sleep
I would rather dream of flowers
Than those damn old broken sheep
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