Sheep


Count the sheep
the wolves come tonight
these spirits haunt
in the darkest plights
stich your wounds
with a tiny thread
pray that it will make
the journey across your chest

All these months of hoping
wasted on a tear
all these songs of desperation
wasted here

the oak tree falls
but falls without a sound
in the crisp air
the ash hits the ground
who knew leaves
could change so fast
the seasons came
now summer's in the past

All these months of hoping
wasted on a tear
all these songs of desperation
wasted here

and dance with
the shadows tonight
you won't be alone
you'll never be alone
just dance with
your shadow tonight
you won't be alone
never alone

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