A lamb, soft and tender,
Wanders, around an unknown bend,

Misguided, pretender,
It knows not, when its life shall end,

Dwarfed by natures forces,
All around fly evils sources,

A small light, flickers, wanes,
Precious lamb, caught in death's dark chains,

All WE can do is love,
For WE are like little lost Lambs.