being alone but pushing through in the end |
Black sheep I feel as I need to cry Something inside me is different from the other flock My other sheep Their wool must be white Mines the color black Now I am out cast Please cast me into something deep That I may curl and hide I feel as if im the black sheep When I sleep it is no better I’m always under the weather Always seeking the answers That neither man nor woman can give me I feel as if I am alone and that I walk alone I feel as if I'm the black sheep Through out life we live But I feel as if I am not fulfilled Be fore warned that the ‘road will never be easy’ The sheep do not move alone They do not die one by one because When sheep fall they all fall But im the black sheep So the sheep do not call me sheep I feel as if I’m the black sheep My fellow sheep believe I’m social But I feel I’m meek A sheep with no sleep I do not want to be the black sheep I do not want to eat alone To live alone To die alone I do not want to be alone I do not want to be the black sheep I feel as if I’m meek Maybe being the black sheep isn’t so back There is or could be a beam of happiness somewhere Maybe there are others like me I most certainly can not be the very first black sheep I can only find happiness and success So what if I’m the black sheep I lack nothing those people say I do I choose to be who I want to be I am no longer feeling I am the black sheep I no longer feel meek I have found who I can be No other than me I feel as if I’m not the black sheep |