The Straight & The Winding Way

Wolves stalk the field while the sheep graze the valley
Roles play out so simply, they both know the rules of the game
They can get by with the time honored rights handed down from on high
It's a plague of patience
Caught between a stone pressed against fractured bone
Where we ought to heed solutions that spark hesitations which taught
Wicked with worry, the lamb in a hurry gets caught
Make towards the hills
Flee for your lives
Pay rapt attention and greet your demise
Blood on the air meets blood on the ground, the fray opens wide with the chance we have found
Teeth sink in flesh, good fortune to drink the blessings we won, and the prizes we keep
Hurry too hard end up alone, how precious the seconds it takes to become lost
(Can you hear the slaughter dear? The sound so close yet so unclear.)
Just because we steal points in time, we feel we can circumvent gained position
Fight to calibrate plans we navigate forfeiting battles we've already won
How precious the seconds it takes to become found