This little sheep has wandered far from home.
It is sad and all alone.
This little sheep wants to be ok.
Just her and her shepherd
Like back in the day.

Lord let me come back home.
Lord don't leave me alone.
Lord let me wear white again.
I cannot make it on my own.

Lord Let me come back home.
Lord please don't leave me alone.
Lord let me wear white again.
How can I make it on my own?

I pray that You will hear the voice of your desensitized sheep who cries for you in the wilderness, My Lord.

Spring is coming.
Can winter last forever?
God has smiled, at last.
Spring is coming.
Hold on, it will get better!
Soon, this will be a distant past.


I was walking alone in the bitter cold.
Slowly losing faith in everything.
Suddenly, in the distance, I saw a single rose.
Despite the harsh conditions, it was growing!

A rose, it was a rose. In the midst of the snow it stood tall.
A rose, it was a rose!
Spring might be coming after all.

Though the skies are gray.
And the birds slowly disappear
The rose stands vibrant!
Spring is coming, spring is near.

Please, notice me.
Someone, notice me.
Please, notice me!
How I writhe In agony.

Please let me rest.
Someone, give me rest.
Please, let me rest
So that I can catch my breath.

For a long time, I've silently screamed that I needed help.
My God has left me because of my unfaithfulness.
In these conditions, isn't it right to die?
To die because of my loneliness?

No, I will not give up my life.
Feelings can always change.
To run from temporary problems using death,
Would simply make me deranged.

Jonghyun, I understand you a little.
It seems like no one cares.
Everyone is busy living wonderfully!
Tending to their own affairs.

Can they be blamed, dear Jonghyun?
Who can blame them, My God?
They are not obligated to care.
I do not think their apathy is odd.

Yet, I beg for them to notice me!
Someone, please notice me.
Notice my illness first,
Lest I continue to writhe in agony.

It seems like I have no one to talk to,
No one to vent to,
And no one to cry to.
Yet I am the one whom everyone talks to,
Everyone vents to,
And everyone cries to.

I always follow everyone.
Even to the corners of Hell.
But when I get in trouble.
All I get is their voicemail.

It's hard to carry a cross
along with everyone's issues.
My eyes are teary as well,
but I wipe their tears away with my tissues

Now, I feel used.
And who can take the blame?
It's my fault I am being abused.
I've opened the door to this pain.

But even though I ache,
I'll still follow these people through Hell.
Even if my tears remain,
Along with this lonely voicemail.

Know before you speak.
Try to be gentle, try to be meek.
Listen to understand,
Not to win the argument,
Or to have the upper hand.

People sometimes need an ear.
Are you willing to give?
Will you be sincere?
Knowledge prevents disaster
It helps with empathy, and it eases fear.

I talked with my mother today.
I found out that she was in pain.
I talked with my brother today.
I found out that he was just the same.

If I had not have listened,
my harsh opinions would've remained.
If I had not have listened,
I would not have seen how my speeches were stained.

Stained with opinions formed from the unknown.
Stained with an arrogance, to keep from being alone.
Stained with hypocrisy, because I sin at midnight.
Stained with darkness, but masked as light.

Knowledge prevents disaster.
So know before you speak.
I had a talk with my victims,
From this, I learned to be meek.