This sheep is broken
She thought she was chosen
They fed her some slogans
So she pledged her devotion
She left her heart open
The dream- it was golden
But it was really a yoke and
Eventually she slowed and
Became depression in motion
But they never noticed
Concern- they never showed it
They took the Truth and sold it
Only cared for their own and
Their looks and their tone it
Destroyed all her hope and
Her heart became broken
They blame emotional explosion
But I get the notion
This system’s corroded
And moment by moment
All trust was eroded
Her part- she’s already owned it
Now she has no more home and
Her friends aren’t her own
And she’s at a crossroads
But at least her life’s no longer stolen
And suffering doesn’t mean hopeless
It says that in Romans