In the pasture
i barely graze,
for confusion will stir
up a haze.
The 1 that once grazed with me
has most sadly left the field,
we were so full of life and happy
i'm so tired too long i've kneeled.
A beastly kind of lion persists to roar
and disturb my peace,
mercy needs to come and lure
away this lion and have misery cease.
Put the beast to sleep
so i can get some rest,
or i'll be forced to grab and it'll leap
my dying heart out of my chest.
I'm told there's hopeful music in the air
they say it's soothing to say the least,
but i can't hear it for the despair
that roars from the cold hard beast....
