Sheep

My world is happiness,
love, faith and gratitude.
Your world is knives, guns,
blood and attitude.

I roll with scriptures
and messages of old,
people who lived
and the stories they told.

You roll with wild music,
fancy cars and expensive clothes.
You roll with silver, diamonds
and every kind of gold.

You claim you no longer live that life,
you say it's sold.
But I think you're a lost sheep,
and not of this fold.