We sheep are all being herded,
But wait I am not allowed to follow,
The force of the blow has been exerted,
I am but a black sheep so I dryly swallow.

Off far away from the ones I don't belong,
Off far away no one will notice that I'm gone,
Off far away there's still something terribly wrong,
Off far away true love I have not been shown

No master binds my trail,
But has laid down barriers,
Crying I flail,
Never has the future been scarrier.

Is being different such a crime?
Are there those afraid of independence?
Why have I been declined?
To an abyss without a fence?

Should it be here, or should it be there?
Where do I wish to let it all lie?
I wish someone could show me where,
I could just fall down and die.