Sheep gather and flock
But there is always the black sheep
One who gets blamed by the others

He always plays the scapegoat
He wanders the bramble path lost
Lonely, the out cast

But how ever lost
The Shepherd will always call him back
The Master will always love his sheep

As I wonder through my own brambles
I am constantly lost and aloof
I am misguided by the others

Trouble is never far from a twilight soul
But even if I trespass
Won't the Shepherd call me back
I am still waiting

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