My wife wrote this one.
"A Sheep Without His Shepherd"
You shut your eyes and danced around
and let the blaring music take you.
Faked a strut and cocksure ego;
hoped a fool would want to be you.
You've drunk into ten dozen stupors,
restless sleep in empty bottles.
Dreamt the pain would slowly deaden
in the gin-filled tub in which you coddled.
You've lost yourself inside a pipe
to smoke away your stressful thoughts,
but found that deafening haze
could not silence the guilt you've wrought.
You've jumped from bed to bed
with almost anyone who'd have you.
Never stopped to really love them,
just to feed on what they gave you.
You never cared if it was real,
of faceless babies in your wake,
only how they made you feel.
You never left more than you'd take.
You never cared of those you injured.
You just lashed out with hateful spite
at all the people that would hinder
what you'd thought was your birthright.
Surely there's someone to blame
for all your burden, grief, and woe.
Some phantom villain holds you back,
of course, your counselor told you so.
You tried to turn to straying sheep
to help you calculate your worth,
but wandering boys and vapid girls
have only served to salt your earth.
You've gone tumbling into darkness,
falling free without a net.
There's just one question I must ask you...
Tell me, are you having fun yet?
Tried to fill your soul with vapor,
burning through much sin and vice,
and all you've learned is what you are-
a vessel crying out for Christ.