Loved Always

You said you were the black sheep 

but no, I told you, you were just my sheep.

Come home. 

Come home to me little sheep. 

I need you more than you value me. 

You're lost in the foggy fields 

and following the wrong shepherd, 

stubbornly stalking the wrong herd. 

Can you hear me? I stand here, 

always here, 

and call to you, waiting. 

Listen, I say! 

That silo is still there. 

The one we once dreamed together. 

Or did I dream it? One long lazy Sunday

train ride through the hot desert blaze. 

You are important. 

Did you acknowledge that? 

Nod, damn you! 

I won't surrender to absence. 

Come home black sheep, 

and you will be loved, 

always.