Within all ear-bound melodies, and whispered meanings, forlorn
We all have taken in a stance, that in order to listen, is worn.
When some listen, they critique, and when others listen, they seek.
Searching note upon note for that special meaning,
That introduces us to the otherworldly part of things,
And for a moment, our soul, it sings.
Taken in with Gratitude, this song, it makes me pray.
That this world we're in, right here, right now,
Has not yet seen the light of day.
The worlds with magic and fairies,
And the ones with true loves end,
They all seem better, I will confess, than what else this world has left.
The Fake Shepherd and the Lost Lamb by Harpies-Chorus, literature
Literature
The Fake Shepherd and the Lost Lamb
I was looking for my way back.
I was looking for the light that will show me the path.
Until I fell, I fell into a pit of darkness.
But then you were there,
Standing on the edge with your hand extended.
As if you were waiting all this time to grab my hand.
You told me you were close to the light I sought.
You told me you could take me there.
You held me tight and told me to change.
I changed my behavior.
I changed my thoughts.
And all this was done just to follow you and the light I sought.
You told me to not judge, because the light does not.
You told me to love, because the light does.
You told me to be sincere, because the li