i remember what it felt like, but i can't feel it i remember what it tasted like, but i can't taste it i remember what it smelled like, but i can't smell it i remember what it looked like, but i can't see it i remember what it sounded like, but i can't hear it
Let me tell you a story Listen and learn There was a Shepherd, a good Shepherd Kind and loving, courageous and strong He had 100 sheep and the sheep loved the Shepherd And so when one sheep wandered The good Shepherd left the 99 And went after the one
And you might think you know this story But I'm afraid it's not what you think Because I am not the one...
I am one of the 99 left behind Waiting for the Sheppard to return Trapped by the walls of this fence The posts and wooden planks That contain us Being lead by the very sheep that are We walk in circles around the pen Around and around... circles Eating up the food we have We begin to eat each other And as demented as that sounds It's true Biting and gnawing Bleeding and bruising We turn to other sheep for nourishment For truth... for guidance But we are sheep all the same Another one of the 99 left behind
Sheep is what we are Be careful not to tater your fur Careful not to tear or cut To show the underneath The skin that doesn't flatter but Burns with the red of your hate Your pride... Your sin
When will the Sheppard return And open the fence Lead to new grass and water
There are sheep I've never seen before Black sheep. have you seen black sheep? Yes sheep with spots but these sheep They are black from head to toe Their snouts are long and they have sharp teeth Strange that they have not hooves but paws Appearing as wolves wearing sheeps clothing They are mending the fence The fence! It's broken! Suddenly we realize we are not safe Quickly, grab your hammer and nails! Let us work with these black sheep... to mend... the fence... around... us
Who built this fence? Was it the Sheppard? Cloudy as my memories be of the man with the scars in his hands and side This does not resemble his work Who... built... these... walls? These bars... This cell With no key and a steeple? Oh God, who built these walls? No it wasn't the sheppard. The walls he built had doors And windows to let the light in No... We have built these walls The 99 left behind were not left... We left.
We left the fence! The pasture! The place of love and safety.
We are not the 99 left behind but the one We are the one who wandered and strayed And seeing that we were in territory unsafe We built walls without doors that trapped us inside... in darkness
Sheppard, Search Find us Break down These walls Rebuild them With windows To let the Light in