Lambs

I used to be a scared 'lil lamb

Threatened by the horns of every ram

In the pond I used to see

All my flaws staring back at me

I liked to blend in with the flock

In a sea of sheep out on the dock

In the world I did not trust

And after wolves I always did lust

Now I've shed this woolen coat

I'm friends with ever pig, and horse, and goat

I don't fear a wolf in sheep's clothing

'Cause I'm fed up with sick self-loathing

I roam the meadows at sunrise

No longer obsessed with my demise

And in my reflection, all I see

Is a lone, brave wolf staring back at me