young i was yes i remember,
still in my teens it was december,
overlooked n hated,
for this i wishedi wudn't have waited,
grew up in a house where everything i did i had 2 ask,
i was first but felt like last
weak in studies thought i wud make it all good for sure,
instead i lived alienated all the more,
like a black sheep which has no luck,
couldn't speak my tongue was stuck,
hated playin second fiddle,
trouble and i was in the middle
tired of living under the shadow,
this sheep would have better run away from the meadow,
like a bomb i m ready 2 explode,
stranded on this hell road,
still im a black sheep,
nobody 2 dry my tears when i weep,
no friends while i stand everybody goes,
still overlooked and Lord knows,
wolf took away this sheep never to return again,
still in solitude i stay true,
put my faith in Jahovah and what i do,
no angel in sight no promise 2 keep,
there would never be peace enough to sleep
there would never be peace for this black sheep*
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