The sheep are huddled all together,
Protecting them is the shepherd,
But occasionally one will stray,
Almost never far away
On one thunderous and rainy night,
The sheep huddled, still as fright,
But in the distance, one could see,
That one sheep was not with thee
The shepherd saw,
But did not stray,
For what would happen,
If another would flee away
So the black sheep stood there,
Not knowing what to do,
Loneliness crept over him,
Standing without a clue
