I’m Right Here Black Sheep
I extend my hand
To a source of light and heat
Letting the warmth rapture me
From the top of my head to my socked toe
But why did this render me so terrible discrete
That I felt I’d reached a new entire low
The ardor touches me
But the heart turns brittle
As the prudent seclusion sinks askin
It reminded me of when I was little
The Black Sheep concept first creeping in
“I am the Black Sheep”
This I said quietly in my head
While I wished I were not myself, someone else
But one of them instead
The hold their heads mighty and proud
And I just feel that I’ve let so many down
Of coarse, not a word from my throat
Is spoken about this silly yet peculiar emotion
And it sticks to my heart already broken
This is the notion beginning its task of corrosion
What more can I ask for than
To be held one day
Not out of pity, guilt, nor fray
For this to happen
There’s no word I can really say.
Although I need that embrace
I say this so desperately true
That it beckons my soul, my heart
Which rings ever so true’
I want somebody to
Whisper in my ever so listening ear
That hey you know what?
I’m Here.
Right, Here.
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