Lambs

Lay down little lamb
It is time to catch your breath
Give yourself a slumber
Before you have no dreams left
The wolves will push you onward
As wolves are made to do
These beasts feed on the dead
Like the heat to rotting fruit
They don't mind if you stumble
And they don't mind if you crawl
They don't care if you are gentle
They don't care for you at all
If they join you in the sunlight
It is only when your cup is full
If they run to you through the frigid
It is only for the warmth of your wool
But now your wool is tattered
And that white has turned to beige
They tell you to bring back your color
Like they understand what it is to be grey
But give yourself just a moment
And maybe your bones will heal
Let the wolves be proud in their stature
It is the wise who know how to kneel