The Black Sheep

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Give me the ones who don't fit in.

For whom that die we never weep.
The ones outside the bleating flock ...
The ones they call ... the black sheep.

Give me the ones the Warrior ones.

Whose river runs ... calm and deep.
The rebellious ones with heart's afire.
The ones they call ... the black sheep.

Give me the ones who walk the talk.

The defiant ones are those I'll keep ...
The ones they stamped no good I want ...
The ones they call ... the black sheep.

Give me the ones the lonely ones...

Whose tears are buried deep.
Give me the ones who shun the herd.
The ones they call ... the black sheep.
 

David D Jerald