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