Listen

Listen little lamb, listen to the sound of the sand.

Collecting at the bottom of that hourglass, nothing changes without some type of demand.

Listen gently my little lamb because I have lots to tell that will help you understand.

I can hear the thumping inside your chest and know you change your face, your position with the waive of your hand.

Listen my beautiful little lamb, no one will hurt you that way again leaving you isolated and barren in such a terrifying land.