Fields of green
Tall blades of grass
The dew of the morning still making it shine
    and sparkle from the bright sun

In the far yonder sheep peacefully stray
United as a pact
Never leaving each others side
White and beautiful

Off to the side
Where the thunder always stays
The sun never shines
One sheep is astray

She isn't beautiful or graceful
Her coat black and matted
Her hooves cracked and her eyes dark

She tries to join the family
But is tied tight to the fence of
Humility and shame
The black sheep will never be good enough
To be wanted or proud

The pact only allows
Sheep that are perfect
There's no room for the one
Who fell astray one day

Why can't they just see
That all she desires is to be wanted
To feel love and not shamed
And never again be taunted