Sheep. The clouds on the ground
Blissfully unaware of politics that surround
Children watching wide-eyed in awe
At all the things we’ve seen before
Water trickles softly in the stream
Laying by it in bliss-filled dream
Laughter calls from far away
Nothing but curiosity could make me stay,
To see people wandering to and fro
On with their insular lives they go
Wishing their existence away all too quickly
Until they see the end in sight and kneel down swiftly
We watch, hope and pray
That more forgiveness will fall our way
Always needing another chance
Wanting one less strike of the lance,
To fall down upon us at the last day
When there’s no going back, only one way
Whichever we choose while here, by our actions
Whether good or full of needless distractions
Listening to the lullaby of baby birds first verse
Makes it seem like less of a harsh curse
That some should live, others die
And join the chorus in the sky
