The Chosen

You are feeding the mouth that bites
Offering your pain
Desiring for the things to come
Too tired to breathe

Staying away from the saintless sky
Praying to fear
Hiding your soul in an unclean crowd
Now you enter the door

Light is reflecting on the altar
Where the mirror dwells
Kissing softly yourself goodbye
You accept the rain

No heading back
No road ahead
No herd to look after

Here - on your own
Here you realize
You are the only sheppard

Once and forever...