How far would you go to retrieve that one lost sheep?

When he would run away from the pack from fear of the wolves that stalk him.

Perhaps that is the difference. They may think that everyone is as petty. But the day each of them chose to commit to the pack was the day I commit myself to them, through thick and thin.

I have come to accept the wolves that follow each of them around.

How strongly I want to smite his stalkers for him. But that will never make things better. New wolves will appear, and the cycle will never end.

No, he must learn to fight for himself. And I will be there until he does.



Maybe he's afraid I will be dissapointed in him. But unlike sadness, dissapointment is something that I am all too familiar with. So much so to the point of numbness.

Why do they only look forward into the darkness? If they just look behind once in a while they will remember that I am right behind them.