I Pray to God, but I don't expect him to save me.
I've been down that road, but I always seem lost.
I have my sheep, but they wander into the woods.
Do I follow them, or let them get slaughtered by the wolves?
I'm on my knees, and I'm left with no wool.
It's all gone--am I surprised?
I'm on that road, but it's not that I'm lost.
I'm just know that road is wrong.