I hear them crying
just under the surface,
crying outside the flock.
It's agonizing to hear
such innocent ones suffer,
so agonizing,
I want to cover my ears.

And though
I pray to
silence them,
I fear the loneliness more.

So I listen,
alone in the darkness,
desperate to
hear them sing,
to hear them cry,
"Baaaaaa, baaaaaa"
to me crying here,
just to feel alive.