borrowed myownsweetthyme.com
The
sweet lamb
On
the road to a rough battle
On
the rocky hill
In
the hot sun
The
hot breezes
She
feels the heat
The
sweet lamb
She
has no choice
Putting
up a front
The
promises of her party
The
party leaders can't hold it
The
ringing bell they yearn to hear
Now
the crumbling rocks
She
can't run she can't hide
She
is routed eyes wide open
The
voice hardly sound
In
a short while
The
roasted lamb
On
the tumbling rocks
Yesterday
remembered
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