Counting Sheep

Lying there trying to fall asleep Counting all my sin like marching sheep Jumping over fences my mind holds Fences that would stand if they had souls I did not stop that morbid flock I let those sheep fill up my head I did not block a single rock I let them bury me instead I've seen the sun but my eyes shun The brilliance of your face so fair If words can heal then let's be real I need to hear you say you're there I fed them deep dark secrets that I had Told myself it couldn't be that bad After all, it was modeled to me Who can fight nature's generosity? Guilty volcanoes churn Send molten anguish upward If I swallow it Will my wrongs acquit?