Wayward Sheep

Can blind men weep?
Or a hero fall,
Too drained to carry on?
Let the weary man sleep
in the hall,
untill the crack of dawn.

The fields are barren!
From whence comes this plight?
What will the children do?
In Gods' plan,
there is no fight,
for he chanels love through you.

No blood flows,
no walls are built.
No fued could ever last.
Love only grows,
no room for guilt,
regrets don't haunt the past.

Blind men weep,
heros fall,
harsh times may bring concern.
But times come when sheep,
big and small,
to thier shepherd must return.